A/N: You guys have only been giving me fluff (which is great) but I’m at my limit so now you all can have some pain, love you ★

You are my sunshine,

He was laughing. The way Luke angrily shied away from Simeon’s teasing once again was endearing, Solomon couldn’t help but give a soft laugh now and again. He enjoyed spending time with them, but something else nagged at the back of his mind every time. Glancing to his side, he couldn’t help but physically feel how empty the space had been; noticing movement in the doorway, he looked up only to be blinded by the smile that was gracious enough to shine its light onto him.

“Ah, good morning, MC.”

“Good morning!”

They slid in the seat beside him, instantly warming up against him. He listened intently as they spoke of their morning shenanigans, excitedly gesturing and painting pictures of the scene with their voice, but once they spoke of the demon brothers, his attention started to waver as all his focus moved to the curve of their lips instead.  

The bell rang, signaling for class to start, so they gave him a large, apologetic grin and turned their focus to the front when he nodded in understanding. He faced forward as well, but couldn’t stop his eyes from glancing sideways every so often to simply bask in the fact he gets to live and breathe in the same space as them. They were… warm.

My only sunshine.

Solomon had troubles focusing on much of anything lately, if it didn’t involve MC. His mind liked to constantly travel to thoughts of them, replaying interactions in his memory that especially made him happy—ones that made him feel butterflies, or as though he were… human.

Of course, he was human. He knew that; it was even more obvious when surrounded by demons down in Devildom. As a powerful warlock, however, it was easy to lose oneself in the mess of power, and even more so when the power’s great. Solomon kept his composure fairly well, but underneath the soft smile he shot the world and the ‘shady’ appearance he gave everyone, he felt like he was drowning.  

Deeper and deeper into the darkness, Solomon wasn’t sure how he even managed to remain breathing. Nothing ever seemed to help, and no one ever seemed to try and save him. Swallowed whole, falling deeper into the abyss, Solomon figured he’d never be able to swim his way out, and started to accept his fate, until the day he ran into them for the first time. Like the sun, their light hit the water and splintered around him, shining bright as the water around him light up like fractals; the light hurt his eyes. Without realizing, his arm moved on its own to reach towards the light; stretching, straining his shoulder just for a chance at reaching it. Slowly, as time went on, he could feel how bad he wanted it—how bad he needed it—and silently begged for it to come save him.

Rumbling through the distorted waters vibration, he could barely make out words–’Nice to meet you,’ he heard. He struggled harder, kicking at the dark tangles that wrapped around his legs and begged him to stay and play. Right in front of him, the water started to grow thin, clear, and easily parted as the light grew stronger; his hand reached once again, feeling as a warm one gently grabbed a hold of him and pulled, guiding him through the waters as the world around him grew more and more bright until he started to go blind. He held his eyes shut tight for a while, feeling as the water on his skin started to dry because of the warmth they gave off. For once, he could hear clearly; slowly, he opened his eyes to bear witness to the sun god themselves as the smile on their lips moved to speak– ‘My name’s MC’.

You make me happy, when skies are grey.

With the darkness always nipping at his ankles, it was easy to wallow in the rain as the sky cried for him. Or was it because of him? He wouldn’t be surprised whichever way it may be, but he didn’t mind watching the clouds. Most of the time, they were comforting—like looking into a mirror as the darkness and grey reminded him of his own appearance—or maybe he simply tricked himself into thinking they were there for comfort? After a break in the clouds allowed him a single glance at clear blue sky and the warm of a ray of sun on his skin, he quickly realized that being pelted by rain was no way to live.

On his darkest days, he can always count on a genuine smile from MC. A text, a call, a distraction, even the slightest bit of a hug or form of affection is enough to melt away anything that dared to hang over the warlock. On days he feels the threads tangle around his throat, he seeks out MC before realizing that his feet are even moving.  

Just basking in their very presence is harmony. It’d been far too long for him to remember the last time he felt true peace or ignorant bliss, but something about them made him feel like a child; free, playful, his youth bounding and laughter that causes a cold burn in his lungs. When he was with them, it felt like they were both children, innocent and sweet.

They’d run through the tall grass, arms out with hands brushing through the flowers, causing petals to sweep along with the wind. Their game of tag was full of smiles and laughs, the air was warm and sweet. They’d speak of such beautiful imaginations, what-if’s and rambles about anything that made them smile. It came so easy.  

He’d visit them at the House of Lamentation, under the ruse of a study session or to watch and discuss a show with them—he knew he was only there to exist near them and found it hard to focus. If they sensed any sort of ill-feeling from him, they’d jump into what he called their ‘protective mode’; they’d make it known that they were open to listening to him, and coddle him as though they were trying to shield him from the world. It made him feel loved.  

Their hands through his hair as he lay his head on their lap, the room perfectly warm, the silence comfortable. Solomon was always happy.

You’ll never know dear, how much I love you.

All his thoughts consisted of them. He felt like a small school boy with such a crush that weighed heavy on his heart. Everything they did was beautiful; every word spoken was golden, every movement soft and fluid like clouds—they sparkled like stars and comforted like the moon. His eyes, his heart, his skin and his soul could never get enough.  

His eyes followed them wherever they went—he tried to keep them to himself, but he couldn’t. Subconsciously, he’d smile when they did, he’d bite their lips as they spoke—even if it wasn’t to him—he’d reach out and try to touch them however he could even if it was just a brush to the hand. He loved them. He loved them so much that he no longer knew what to do with himself.

The sun, logically and scientifically, causes hormones in the brain to release serotonin. Solomon knew this. Of course, his sun would make him feel so happy that he just might melt. Warm, happy, fuzzy both in his gut and in his mind—they made him feel good. They made him feel happy. They made him feel safe, as they’ve parted the clouds just for him and reached into the depths of the dark just to offer him their hand. They made him feel loved.

He could never express that. All the magic in the world couldn’t help him find the right words to convey any of it to them. Did he even deserve the chance to do so? He wanted to even if he didn’t, but it was clear from the get-go that it was never going to happen.

MC stood across the room, leaving him mid-conversation for one of the demon brothers who said it was urgent they speak to them. Solomon couldn’t hear their conversation, but body language said enough. The way they stood, leaned in close, eyes sparkling and smile even brighter, he’d seen enough to know. He didn’t need to see anymore.

He slipped by them without saying a word, heading to his room—to solitude. The dark hands shot out the moment he opened the room to the darkness that greeted him, not bothering to turn on a light. On his bed he sat, staring at what he assumed was the floor, but was too dark to see. He could feel it—the heavy weight of the hands that ran along his body now; they were dark, cold, full of anger and hatred as they wrapped around every inch of his body, wrapping tightly around his throat until he could no longer breathe.

Solomon slumped over, noticing there wasn’t so much as a light from under his door, or MC’s name on his phone. What else could he do? He held his face in his hands as his breathing became uneven.

His body involuntarily started to break into an ugly sob. He didn’t realize it was going to rain today; when did the clouds return? There was a pain in his chest that twisted like a knife had ripped through him. He coughed, sputtered, and thought there may as well have been his own blood on his hands. Solomon laid on his back and immediately the abyss sat on his chest, crushing his lungs and causing his sobs to falter; it hurt. That’s all he could think of—it hurt. He wanted to cry out for MC.  

In the darkness, his eyes played tricks on him as though he could see the ghosts of the sun still in front of him. Reaching out, he was met with nothing.

Please don’t take my sunshine away.

A/N: You guys have only been giving me fluff (which is great) but I’m at my limit so now you all can have some pain, love you ★

You are my sunshine,

He was laughing. The way Luke angrily shied away from Simeon’s teasing once again was endearing, Solomon couldn’t help but give a soft laugh now and again. He enjoyed spending time with them, but something else nagged at the back of his mind every time. Glancing to his side, he couldn’t help but physically feel how empty the space had been; noticing movement in the doorway, he looked up only to be blinded by the smile that was gracious enough to shine its light onto him.

“Ah, good morning, MC.”

“Good morning!”

They slid in the seat beside him, instantly warming up against him. He listened intently as they spoke of their morning shenanigans, excitedly gesturing and painting pictures of the scene with their voice, but once they spoke of the demon brothers, his attention started to waver as all his focus moved to the curve of their lips instead.  

The bell rang, signaling for class to start, so they gave him a large, apologetic grin and turned their focus to the front when he nodded in understanding. He faced forward as well, but couldn’t stop his eyes from glancing sideways every so often to simply bask in the fact he gets to live and breathe in the same space as them. They were… warm.

My only sunshine.

Solomon had troubles focusing on much of anything lately, if it didn’t involve MC. His mind liked to constantly travel to thoughts of them, replaying interactions in his memory that especially made him happy—ones that made him feel butterflies, or as though he were… human.

Of course, he was human. He knew that; it was even more obvious when surrounded by demons down in Devildom. As a powerful warlock, however, it was easy to lose oneself in the mess of power, and even more so when the power’s great. Solomon kept his composure fairly well, but underneath the soft smile he shot the world and the ‘shady’ appearance he gave everyone, he felt like he was drowning.  

Deeper and deeper into the darkness, Solomon wasn’t sure how he even managed to remain breathing. Nothing ever seemed to help, and no one ever seemed to try and save him. Swallowed whole, falling deeper into the abyss, Solomon figured he’d never be able to swim his way out, and started to accept his fate, until the day he ran into them for the first time. Like the sun, their light hit the water and splintered around him, shining bright as the water around him light up like fractals; the light hurt his eyes. Without realizing, his arm moved on its own to reach towards the light; stretching, straining his shoulder just for a chance at reaching it. Slowly, as time went on, he could feel how bad he wanted it—how bad he needed it—and silently begged for it to come save him.

Rumbling through the distorted waters vibration, he could barely make out words–’Nice to meet you,’ he heard. He struggled harder, kicking at the dark tangles that wrapped around his legs and begged him to stay and play. Right in front of him, the water started to grow thin, clear, and easily parted as the light grew stronger; his hand reached once again, feeling as a warm one gently grabbed a hold of him and pulled, guiding him through the waters as the world around him grew more and more bright until he started to go blind. He held his eyes shut tight for a while, feeling as the water on his skin started to dry because of the warmth they gave off. For once, he could hear clearly; slowly, he opened his eyes to bear witness to the sun god themselves as the smile on their lips moved to speak– ‘My name’s MC’.

You make me happy, when skies are grey.

With the darkness always nipping at his ankles, it was easy to wallow in the rain as the sky cried for him. Or was it because of him? He wouldn’t be surprised whichever way it may be, but he didn’t mind watching the clouds. Most of the time, they were comforting—like looking into a mirror as the darkness and grey reminded him of his own appearance—or maybe he simply tricked himself into thinking they were there for comfort? After a break in the clouds allowed him a single glance at clear blue sky and the warm of a ray of sun on his skin, he quickly realized that being pelted by rain was no way to live.

On his darkest days, he can always count on a genuine smile from MC. A text, a call, a distraction, even the slightest bit of a hug or form of affection is enough to melt away anything that dared to hang over the warlock. On days he feels the threads tangle around his throat, he seeks out MC before realizing that his feet are even moving.  

Just basking in their very presence is harmony. It’d been far too long for him to remember the last time he felt true peace or ignorant bliss, but something about them made him feel like a child; free, playful, his youth bounding and laughter that causes a cold burn in his lungs. When he was with them, it felt like they were both children, innocent and sweet.

They’d run through the tall grass, arms out with hands brushing through the flowers, causing petals to sweep along with the wind. Their game of tag was full of smiles and laughs, the air was warm and sweet. They’d speak of such beautiful imaginations, what-if’s and rambles about anything that made them smile. It came so easy.  

He’d visit them at the House of Lamentation, under the ruse of a study session or to watch and discuss a show with them—he knew he was only there to exist near them and found it hard to focus. If they sensed any sort of ill-feeling from him, they’d jump into what he called their ‘protective mode’; they’d make it known that they were open to listening to him, and coddle him as though they were trying to shield him from the world. It made him feel loved.  

Their hands through his hair as he lay his head on their lap, the room perfectly warm, the silence comfortable. Solomon was always happy.

You’ll never know dear, how much I love you.

All his thoughts consisted of them. He felt like a small school boy with such a crush that weighed heavy on his heart. Everything they did was beautiful; every word spoken was golden, every movement soft and fluid like clouds—they sparkled like stars and comforted like the moon. His eyes, his heart, his skin and his soul could never get enough.  

His eyes followed them wherever they went—he tried to keep them to himself, but he couldn’t. Subconsciously, he’d smile when they did, he’d bite their lips as they spoke—even if it wasn’t to him—he’d reach out and try to touch them however he could even if it was just a brush to the hand. He loved them. He loved them so much that he no longer knew what to do with himself.

The sun, logically and scientifically, causes hormones in the brain to release serotonin. Solomon knew this. Of course, his sun would make him feel so happy that he just might melt. Warm, happy, fuzzy both in his gut and in his mind—they made him feel good. They made him feel happy. They made him feel safe, as they’ve parted the clouds just for him and reached into the depths of the dark just to offer him their hand. They made him feel loved.

He could never express that. All the magic in the world couldn’t help him find the right words to convey any of it to them. Did he even deserve the chance to do so? He wanted to even if he didn’t, but it was clear from the get-go that it was never going to happen.

MC stood across the room, leaving him mid-conversation for one of the demon brothers who said it was urgent they speak to them. Solomon couldn’t hear their conversation, but body language said enough. The way they stood, leaned in close, eyes sparkling and smile even brighter, he’d seen enough to know. He didn’t need to see anymore.

He slipped by them without saying a word, heading to his room—to solitude. The dark hands shot out the moment he opened the room to the darkness that greeted him, not bothering to turn on a light. On his bed he sat, staring at what he assumed was the floor, but was too dark to see. He could feel it—the heavy weight of the hands that ran along his body now; they were dark, cold, full of anger and hatred as they wrapped around every inch of his body, wrapping tightly around his throat until he could no longer breathe.

Solomon slumped over, noticing there wasn’t so much as a light from under his door, or MC’s name on his phone. What else could he do? He held his face in his hands as his breathing became uneven.

His body involuntarily started to break into an ugly sob. He didn’t realize it was going to rain today; when did the clouds return? There was a pain in his chest that twisted like a knife had ripped through him. He coughed, sputtered, and thought there may as well have been his own blood on his hands. Solomon laid on his back and immediately the abyss sat on his chest, crushing his lungs and causing his sobs to falter; it hurt. That’s all he could think of—it hurt. He wanted to cry out for MC.  

In the darkness, his eyes played tricks on him as though he could see the ghosts of the sun still in front of him. Reaching out, he was met with nothing.

Please don’t take my sunshine away.

Candy. {Lucifer x Reader/MC}

A/N: *drops everything to write this* happy birthday to the literal love of my life thank you please except this stubborn ass mc,

This is in no way birthday themed but it was written *for* his birthday so i mean,,,

Lucifer is apprehensive about sweets. He accepts them with a smile if they’re given as a gift, but he’ll normally pass them along to one of his brothers in private to spare feelings; It doesn’t suit his tastes—indulging in a piece or two every now and again is something he’ll enjoy, but the idea of “sweet” (or perhaps it was the sugar rush?) just doesn’t settle with him well.

That included MC.

Something about them was sweet—not the way they treated others with devoted kindness though that were the definition of the word—but something else, something… borderline sinful. So sweet that it stirred up filthy desires within him.

They were a tease. He wondered if they knew that? It was obvious they did things to catch his attention, so they probably did—but did they truly know? The way they looked up at him through their lashes, the curve of their lips when they’re pulled into a smirk, the way they barely stick out their tongue and bite it when they’re being cheeky, even the way they drag out their touch whenever they get the chance to reach out to him. The feel of their touch was just so sinfully… sweet, it almost made him sick. He felt… filthy. It was so tempting.

The taunts never end with them. The way they saunter past him, the sultry drawl they give his name when it passes their lips, the way they bite their lip as he’s talking to them. Were they begging for trouble? Attention? Whichever it may be, they were finding themselves on thin ice—or was he finding himself on the ice instead? Try as he might, Lucifer finds himself focusing solely on MC instead of things around him, maybe he was more in trouble than they were; with trouble always came temptation.

Once again, he found a flirty succubus standing in front of him—a wide smile, a little hidden intention in their voice, handing him a heart-shaped box. They droned on, beating around the bush about asking him for a night out; he could feel another set of eyes on him, they didn’t feel happy at all. Accepting their gift with a smile, he politely declined their offer with the excuse of too much work, which they sighed at but accepted begrudgingly. Once they walked away, Lucifer turned to find the pair of eyes that would have burned a hole into the back of his head were it possible, but found that no one was there. Shrugging it off as simply someone else with a shallow crush on him, he went about the rest of his day.

The feeling of upset eyes on him never went away.

He would scan rooms each time, but found no one looking his way. When he came up empty, his eyes were always drawn to MC, admiring the way they held their chin in their hand, eyes half-lidded with boredom—was it boredom, or was something upsetting them? He noticed them bite the inside of their cheek every so often; they knew he was looking at them, but why didn’t they meet his eye as they normally did with their usual reaction—sticking their tongue out just enough to bite it and give him a taunting look? It was odd. For some reason, it bothered him. It left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Sitting at his desk at the end of the day, he allowed himself a moment to breathe. He landed face first onto the stack of paper and let out a heavy sigh; maybe not knowing who had been looking at him bothered him much more than he thought it initially would. It kept him distracted all day, as well as wondering just what had been bothering MC so much that they had the audacity to ignore him; didn’t they know he hated to be ignored? He sighed once more and sat up, ready to suffer through stacks of work that needed his attention.

Hours in, he unearthed the box of candy given to him earlier. He moved it to the corner of his desk—which brother should he give it to this time? Beel was always a safe bet, he thought. Elbows on his desk, he stared at the paper in his hand, analyzing each and every word hard enough he hadn’t heard the door to his room open and close, nor did he hear footsteps walk up beside him. MC had quickly stolen the paper from his hand before he even felt their presence.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“You look like you’re about to set the page on fire if you stare any harder at it.”

They gave the paper back and leaned against the corner of his desk, smiling when he turned his chair towards them.

“I suppose you’re right; I am focusing a bit too hard on it. Probably because my mind’s elsewhere.”

“Oh? Where is it?”

Lucifer looked away, not looking at anything in particular at his desk, but MC had apparently taken his gaze the wrong way.

“Ah, is it ‘cause of this?” They tapped the box of chocolates and picked it up before he could tell them otherwise. “Love been on the mind all day, then?”

“What? No, of course not–”

“They were kinda cute, why not go for it?”

“Do you hear yourself–”

MC looked at the box indifferently and opened it, looking over the pieces in it with a scrutinizing glare. Lucifer drew his eyebrows together, tilting his head in a mix of confusion and disbelief.

“Did you… just open my box of chocolates?” he emphasized his ownership, “Without permission?”

“You weren’t going to eat them anyway.”  

They looked… irritated? He thought, at least. They looked upset as they popped one of the chocolates into their mouth, chewing awfully hard as though they were angry. He sat back in his chair and stared down his nose at them, leaning against his hand.

“Who said I wasn’t going to?”

“You never do.”

“Maybe I was this time. They’re mine, after all.”

“So… what’s different, you like the succubus that gave it to you this time?”

Lucifer’s eyes widened for a moment, disoriented with the realization that just slapped him in the face along with the bitter look in MC’s eyes and tone of voice. So, it had been them? The very eyes he constantly lost himself in were the ones full of… jealousy? He doubled over with laughter before he could stop himself; he laughed even harder when MC shouted at him. He hadn’t laughed this hard in a very long time, he had to wipe tears from his eyes when he sat back up.

“Why are you laughing?”

“I’m just… surprised.”

“About?”

“Nothing, nothing.” He waved off the cross glare they shot him and laid an arm on their thigh, resting his head on it and tried to give them the beautiful, teasing look they love to give him. “So, you’re just going to steal my candy?”

“Already told you,” they tossed another piece into their mouth, “you weren’t going to eat it anyway.”

Lucifer watched them closely; when they took another piece, they were sure to look away from him. They were obviously teasing with him now, hoping to catch his attention, and keep it on them. He didn’t think they’d be so jealous over something that wasn’t even there, but it was clear now that they did indeed know how much of a tease they were on a daily basis. They bit into it slowly, undeniably letting it melt in their mouth just to savour the sweet taste of whatever it took to mess with him.  

Lucifer’s smirk dropped as he continued watching them, his mouth suddenly needing the taste of something sweet. The moment they glanced down at him to see if he was still watching them, he knew what he wanted—what they wanted—and he’d be a fool not to act on it.

He sat up once again, but not without lightly cupping MC’s face to turn it towards him first. MC leaned down towards his sitting form as he guided them there; his smirk returned as he leaned in close as well, letting his half-lidded eyes bore into theirs and his breath fan across their face.

“First, you steal something that’s mine, then you have the audacity to taunt me with it. You’re getting a little too bold, don’t you think?” When he was met with silence paired with a sly look and a glance from his eyes to his lips and back, he leaned in just enough to keep their lips a hair away from one another. “It seems you’ve eaten all of it without giving me so much as a taste. I think you might owe me an apology of sorts.”

“An apology?” They were noticeably melting against his hands, almost begging for him to bridge the gap between them. “What for?”

“Maybe for stealing my candy. Or,” he smirked once more, “perhaps for getting jealous when there’s no reason to be. If you liked me, you could have just said so. But no… you had to keep teasing, taunting, being a cheeky little one, didn’t you?”

The corners of MC’s lips twitched as they tried to hide their smile and hold in a laugh; he knew it was because of his tone of voice—they always described it as ‘a dad trying to be sexy’ and they definitely let their opinion be known– but he didn’t care. He was on a mission now, to make a point. A statement. A mission to get what he wanted now that he knew all of their teasing was genuine; a mission to get a taste of the thing so sinfully sweet.

“An apology, MC. Don’t I get one?”

They licked their lips slightly, just barely grazing his own and gave him a smirk evil enough to send small chills down his spine.  

“I’m sorry…” they whispered, “that you were kind of dense–”

That set him off. He moved his hands from their face to the back of their head, pulling them the short distance to his lips and kissed them roughly. He was taken back—only for a moment—when they kissed back with just enough force, though their touch was gentle when they held onto his arms. It was his turn to tease them, to taunt them, to make them want him so bad they could just never get enough; his turn to show them just what they do to him on the daily. Over and over again, he parted just to come back to them with more desire, more need, more passion.  

He tried to part their lips with his tongue, almost pathetically begging to be let in only for them to deny with a light-hearted giggle. Pulling away just enough to bite down on their lip, he slipped it in as they gasped; he could feel them try to smile as his tongue explored their mouth, mentally mapping anything he could. Even with his tongue in their mouth, they had to be stubborn and mess with him, now teasing him with their own so that he’d give in and fight for dominance.

When he won, he drew his hands back down to their face, gently caressing their jaw for a moment before pulling away from them completely, playing it off as though he were aloof to what he had just done. Ignoring the love-struck look on their face, the flushed look of their skin and just how swollen their lips had become–alright, he did take a small peek—he spun around in his chair, picking up the earlier discarded paper and kept the back of his chair towards them.

“Hmm,” he hummed, eyes completely unfocused on the paper, “I suppose that apology will work.”

Lucifer gave a genuine smile when he felt MC’s arms wrap around his neck, their lips eagerly falling just at the corner of his lips. He tossed the paper aside once again and spun around once again, grabbing a hold of their hips to pull them close.

“I guess a little sweet now and again wouldn’t be so bad as long as I steal it from you.”

Catnap {Diavolo x Reader/MC}

A/N: a fic in which i wanted diavolo to experience PAIN but also know he is L O V E D because i couldnt help but remember that he once said asmo never invites him to parties and it broke my frozen heart,

{Diavolo x Reader/MC}

Diavolo’s eyes were downcast as he walked along, listening to Barbatos drone on about his schedule for the rest of the day. Of course, he knew it was important and definitely something he needed to do as it was his duty, yet, he couldn’t help but long for a sense of freedom. He longed for a time he could simply be himself, not worry about his princely duties—he longed for something, he just wasn’t quite sure what. Of course, he knew Barbatos was simply doing his own job, but it didn’t stop the prince from zoning out. He could hear the shorter man give an exasperated sigh before repeating his last few sentences. Maybe a walk around R.A.D.’s campus would help him focus.

It wasn’t helping. He sighed during the entire walk, each time getting a little more dramatic; he hunched his shoulders and slouched a bit more with each heave, dragging his feet along the ground as though he were a toddler throwing a temper-tantrum. His pitch was whiny, and he secretly did feel bad for his unbecoming behaviour towards Barbatos, but he couldn’t help himself.  

As though it were a beam of light on a cloudy day, something had caught his attention from the corner of his eye, and turned his entire mood around. Without raising Barbatos’ suspicion—or so he thought—his gaze honed in on a small, stray kitten walking along the path behind the shorter man. His face instinctually turned to one mixed with shock and adoration, both attempted to hide behind the thin veil of collectiveness. Golden eyes kept flickering from his butler to the tiny mammal behind him.

“As I said before, after meeting with Lucifer to go over the budget for…” Barbatos scrunched his nose before interrupting himself. “My lord, you aren’t paying attention again.”

“What?” Diavolo’s shoulders stiffened as he let out a half-hearted laugh, “Of course I am!”

“…..What are you distracted by?”

“It’s nothing! Wait–”  

Before Diavolo’s outstretched hand could stop him, Barbatos turned to lock eyes with the kitten that had caught his liege’s attention. He held his stare as if the two of them had a contest going without so much as a word, until the kitten had meowed up at him.

“It’s talking to you!”

“I wish it wouldn’t.”

“Don’t be mean to it, it’s cute!”

“My lord, we do need to get through this schedule for the day–”

“I’d much rather sit with this kitten.”

Diavolo quickly jumped at the chance to get down on all fours to level with the kitten, ignoring Barbatos’ pleas for him to not ruin his uniform. He cooed as the kitten rubbed against his face, meowing softly at him in response to his badly-attempted meows, and rolled onto its back to play with one of the pendants hanging off of his coat. A genuine laugh erupted from the man as he pet the creature.

“I’m glad you’re thoroughly enjoying yourself, Lord Diavolo, however we do need to get going now–”

“I’ve decided to keep it!”

“Absolutely not.”

“What!”

Like a child who was told no in the toy store—or a better comparison would have been a kicked puppy—Diavolo looked up at him with pleading eyes and a pouting lip. He mumbled to himself, about being the prince and frankly doing whatever he’d like, as though he truly were a child.

“My lord, a cat in the castle would be a terrible idea. You are too busy to see to one–”

“You could do it!”

“–and I’m too busy ensuring you’re taken care of to worry about the cat as well.”

Diavolo groaned and rose to his feet, keeping his back towards Barbatos. After agreeing that he would be right, he attempted to walk off and change the subject towards the schedule Barbatos was so adamant about, only to jolt to a stop as the butler cleared his throat.

“My lord–”

“I thought you said we were busy!” Diavolo chuckled, attempting to continue again, “Let’s go!”

“The cat, my lord.”

“It ran into the bushes–”

“Please take the cat out of your coat pocket.”

Hanging his head as he was caught, he placed the kitten gently onto the path, watching it scamper away, chasing after some sort of bug. He crossed his arms and jutted his lip out into a pout, keeping his glare just a tad icy towards Barbatos. Again, he was aware he was just doing his job, but the kitten was so adorable and just the distraction he felt that he needed, and his friend simply just wouldn’t allow him to have it; so, he listened. He listened intensively, absorbing each word Barbatos had thrown him and repeated key points to prove he had listened. His eyes, however, flickered to the small animal who kept running in and out of the bushes, tempting his willpower and attention an embarrassing amount.

Before he had realized it, however, one of the seven brothers had also been walking along campus. Noticing the two of them talk, Satan minded his own business and only stopped as a kitten randomly appeared in his path. Without so much as a second thought, he scooped the animal up and kept on his way, not realizing the heartbroken, utter shock that had washed over the Devildom’s prince.

“That seems to be the end of it, Lord Diavolo. Shall we move on to our meeting–”

“Did you see that!”

Barbatos tilted his head and looked behind him where Diavolo had been pointing; he used all of his might not to raise an eyebrow at his boss.

“See… what, exactly?”

“The–”

“If you’re going to mention the cat again, then please forgive me for cutting you off. We simply cannot have the cat.”

“But Satan took it!”

“Ah, then you should take solace in knowing that cat is well taken care of. Now, moving on to our meeting, my lord.”

Without so much as another word, Barbatos ushered Diavolo off towards their next location, the cat never left his mind.

***

By the end of the day, MC had noticed something weighing on the prince. He seemed sluggish, lost in thought, a million miles away in those eyes as they sat across the room from him. During the rare moment he sat alone, MC approached him casually.

“Hey,” they leaned against the edge of his desk, “something on your mind?”

“Oh? Was it obvious?”

“I’m just a really good guesser.”

Diavolo leaned back in his chair and shot them an award-winning smile, the hearty, whimsical laugh he’s known for followed suit.

“Then that must be your version of magic, interesting. I’ll admit there is something on my mind that I just can’t shake.”

“Care to tell me what it is?”

Before MC could even get the last syllable out, Diavolo slammed his hands on the desk and stood instantly. He leaned in towards them with wide eyes and a slight pout, not noticing that his sudden closeness caused MC to swallow hard.

“Satan took my cat!”

“….. I’m sorry, what?”

“My cat! He took it!”

“You… had a cat?”

“Yes! No! Kind of?”

“Diavolo, not to sound rude but… I’m really not following.”

He sat back down and bit the inside of his cheek, sighing heavily before explaining himself.

“There was this kitten, outside, it was absolutely adorable. The roundest little face, big eyes, soft fur—it was tiny, too! Just the perfect little thing, and I wanted to take it home! Take care of it! But–”

“But?” MC dragged out their syllables.

“But,” Diavolo mimicked their actions, “Barbatos said it was impossible to take care of a cat as of now. He refused to let me take it, and not only that, but I had to watch in silence as Satan came along and took the cat as his own!”

“Well, if Satan took it–”

“Then it’s in good hands, yes, Barbatos said the same; that isn’t the point!”  

Diavolo held his tongue on what truly bothered him, hoping that MC-the-great-guesser wouldn’t take notice that his burst of emotions dug much deeper than just a little cat he met outside. A thought passed his mind and it clicked for him—a plan—he’d have to think more about. He composed himself, stood up and straightened out his coat before shooting another large, fake smile towards the human.

“Anyway, I have other meetings to get to, unfortunately. It is my duty, after all. My apologies for being so… emotional, but thank you for lending me your time.”

MC’s eyes followed as he stiffly walked from the room. He may have been the prince of Devildom, but MC couldn’t hide the smile on their lips towards his childish behaviour they grew to find endearing. They did wonder what deeper emotions were hidden behind his need for the cat, however.

***

Relaxing by the window, MC was startled to hear a light knock against the glass in the middle of the night. Terrified, they very slowly turned their head to meet face to face with a disheveled prince, smiling from ear to ear. Tossing fear and confusion aside, they rushed to open the window and called out to him in a hushed tone.

“Diavolo? What are you doing here? I mean… here, and also, at my window.” They grabbed his hands and helped him start to climb in. “There is a front door, you know. I’m pretty sure Lucifer wants you to use it. Should I let him know you’re here–”

“No!” Diavolo cried as he fell forward through the window. He sat up as though nothing had happened. “I’m here in secret, please keep it between the two of us!”

“Al…right, but why exactly are you here? Not that I’m not happy to see you, but it is the middle of the night, and you know it seems…” They couldn’t finish their statement due to nerves and turned away to keep the red on their cheeks hidden.

“Hm? Oh, about that!” He stood up suddenly, “I’m going on an adventure! Come with me!”

“Shh! You’re the one who said this was a ‘secret visit’, so keep your voice down!”

“Right!” He lowered his voice, “I’m going on an adventure, so come with me.”

“Where exactly is your adventure going to lead us? Does Barbatos know–”

“No, he does not and he doesn’t need to!”  

Diavolo’s eyebrows were drawn together, nose scrunched in irritation. He sighed and shook his head, forcing an apologetic smile on his lips.

“My apologies, I mean, this isn’t a matter that concerns Barbatos. I came to you for assistance this time, I thought perhaps we could have some fun; what do you say?”

MC twisted their lips to the side, eyeing whatever the tall man was hiding; it didn’t take much to see that he was, in fact, hiding something… but what was it? They nodded, agreeing to whatever plan he may have, knowing they couldn’t just let the prince of Devildom run off and make childish mistakes on his own. MC would get in trouble with Barbatos at that point, and they shivered at the thought of being on bad terms with him. Once they silently agreed, Diavolo captured their hand in his—blind to the eruption of blush across their face—and quickly slipped into the hall.

They were dragged along as Diavolo tiptoed dramatically, peeking around corners and hiding in the shadows. MC was flung around as though they were some sort of paper doll. Diavolo seemed way too out of his element to sneak around properly, so MC called out to him quietly to have him take a moment and explain just what he was doing.

“Stop, stop. You’re terrible at this. Where are you going anyway? The front door isn’t up the stairs–”

“Our destination is, though!” He said in a hushed shout, his movements a bit antsy. “We have to go up.”

“To where, exactly?”

“Hush!”

He covered their mouth with his hand, oblivious to how it caused their heart flutter, he focused his attention to the sound of walking in the hallway behind them. Diavolo rushed them along, stopping at a door and quickly attempting to jiggle his way through the lock. MC faced the hallway, wary of the approaching footsteps and faint voices as they kept watch; Diavolo simply used magic to unlock the handle, and pulled MC in so quick he literally swept them off of their feet. Both of them held an ear against the door and heard as two of the brothers made their way back to their rooms. Before MC could give a sigh of relief, they could hear Diavolo cooing at something in a baby tone. A light bulb went off in their head as they slowly turned to face the room, a look of distaste, disbelief, and irritation graced their features.

“We broke into Satan’s room.”

“Yes!” Diavolo held the kitten up to his face, laughing as it give his cheek a few kisses.

“A cat.”

“Yes!”

“We broke in… to Satan’s room,” MC put heavy emphasis on Satan being the owner, “to steal a cat.”

“Yes.”

“Diavolo!” MC shouted before quickly quieting back down, “We’re dead if we’re caught in here! Well, I will be. You’re the prince of Devildom, you probably won’t be. But I will be. Satan is going to get pissed, oh my god, I’m going to die, aren’t I? I am. I’m going to die. I’m–”

Diavolo held the kitten up to MC’s face, the latter stopping their rant in their tracks as the kitten gave their nose a few kisses. They couldn’t stop themselves from getting red at how cute the prince seemed to smile at them, but they forced disapproval on their features.

“He had the kitten I wanted. I couldn’t simply ask him for it, even if he agreed, Barbatos would make me return it.”

“What difference is that opposed to stealing it?”

Diavolo sat on the ground and stared at the kitten in his hands, a faraway look of longing replaced his usual cheerful smile. MC refused to let him play it off again.

“What’s actually eating at you?”

“The difference, I guess…” he couldn’t meet their eye and instead focused on petting the cat, “is the adventure. The ability to do something so ridiculous for the thrill and fun of it all. Throwing aside the fact that I’m the prince, for once. Just being a person, since people don’t tend to treat me that way. I thought… if I could have this cat, even after being told no, I could have a sense of freedom. It sounds absolutely ridiculous hearing myself say it out loud. Definitely not the presence a ruler should have, huh?”

His sad smile broke MC’s heart in two. Without a word, they moved next to him; he thought they were going to pet the cat so he offered it to them, but their hand landed on top of his head instead. Their voice was quiet and filled with honey, each word dripping with sincerity.  

“I dunno. I think you’re pretty neat. I like hanging out with you, as you are.”

It was Diavolo’s turn to look dazed with wide eyes and a blush across his face. He quickly composed himself with a tender smile and a whimsical laugh; there were quite a few things running through his mind that he wished he could say to MC, but nothing would come out clear enough. Instead, the two of them resided in a peaceful silence, his smile and relaxed shoulders showed how thankful he was to hear that from them. They had gotten lost in the peace, petting the kitten and playing around with the spunky little thing, they hadn’t heard anything come up behind them, nor had they felt the frightful aura shift in the area.

“What are you two doing in my room?”

Sweaty Palms. {Beelzebub x Reader/MC}

A/N: i just think holding hands with beel would be so NICE and to slowly realize you fell in love with him through the presence of said hands? HHHNNNGGG

{Beelzebub x Reader/MC}

The way their hands fit in his was like a dream.

His was much larger than theirs, but it fit perfectly so that he could wrap his around in a protective manner. Theirs was always so soft while his was rough. His warmed their cold ones each and every time. He’d rub his thumb over their knuckles, they’d draw circles on the back of his. His hands felt empty if theirs weren’t there too. They held his hand each time they slept near one another, walked next to each other, or any time he didn’t need both hands to snack or otherwise, really. It was as though they were meant to be together. Their hands were pairs, please do not separate. He learned that meme from MC, too.

Beelzebub never thought much about it—it was simply something they did. It was a comfort, to him at least, and he hoped they felt the same way about it. It became natural, to constantly find his hand occupied; he was so used to it, he would fumble if he were to use two hands for something.  

One thing MC did not anticipate, however, was how dependent they would become on the presence of their hand. Would they always get this cold before? How about this lonely? The idea of “empty” was something Beel could not wrap his head around, but MC felt what they could only describe as such a hurtful feeling whenever the spaces between their fingers were bare. It was a slow realization; feelings crept up from corners of shadows inch by inch and met their eyes before they could even think about it. If he didn’t see the same level of intimacy within their hand-holding anymore, how were they supposed to face him?

Their hands started to get clammy a lot more often, having the need to excessively apologize and break away to wipe it off on their shirt. They grew nervous with each questioning glance, and brushed it off as they were just stressed about something else, or it was simply just too hot in there. They’d hesitate to offer their hand, take far too long to grab onto his in public, and “pretend” to already be asleep if they were napping together to avoid holding his hand. They felt horrible as they started to notice the flicker of sadness pass through his eyes before they gave in each time, but couldn’t bring themselves to bring up the topic. What if they caught feelings for him, but he didn’t feel the same way back? What if they ruin the relationship the two of them have because of it? What if it ruins the idea of holding hands for Beel forever? What if—their hands were sweaty again.

Beel wouldn’t stay quiet forever. He’d take notice of their behaviour and start to wonder—did he do something wrong? Maybe they didn’t like holding his hand anymore? No, that didn’t seem to be it, because they still would if he offered it. Did he make them feel uncomfortable? That seemed more plausible, but why? What did he do? He’d intertwine his fingers with theirs, only to notice they not-so-subtly refused to let their palm rest against his.  

“MC, you know, we always hold hands.” He let go and turned to look them in the eyes, determined to fix whatever he had done, “Why are you acting weird?”

Their eyes grew wide and they blubbered like a fish, opening and closing their mouth as they struggled to come up with an answer only to stutter what half-baked excuses they could think of.  

“Was it… something I did?” he looked like a kicked puppy, eyes almost brimming with tears though it were obvious he was holding them back. “What can I do to fix it?”

“No!” their shout startled him, so they sheepishly recoiled and rubbed the back of their neck. “I mean, no, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s… it’s stupid; it’s a problem with me. I mean, it’s a problem I’m dealing with. It has nothing to do with you. I mean, it does—not in a bad way, I mean–”

They continued rambling, noticeably getting more and more bothered by whatever was on their mind as well as how terribly they kept eating their words trying to explain themselves. Beel thought long and hard about their actions and facial expressions rather than focusing on the words coming out of their mouth. The flushed look to their skin, the way their eyes seemed to focus on anything but him all while seemingly longing for something they wouldn’t speak about. He paused a moment as the shock set in, and simply gave a gentle smile before grabbing their hand once again, tighter than he normally did, and made sure they held his back and simply turned and continued walking, tugging them along despite their cries.

“It’s okay MC, I like you too.”

Pride.

A/N: Not me sharing a creative writing class assignment from last semester that i wrote about lucifer because i am a simp and im fairly certain my entire class and professors thought i was some devil worshipper. Nuh uh. Not me. Wrong bitch

anyway HELLO i’ve been gone a while due to life but i have a handful of stuff for you! ★

Ghosts roam these halls, though they all look like her.

His eyes still haven’t adjusted; shadows creep away to hide

but for some reason, they all seem to look

like either of them. Perhaps they were? Were they the scorched

remains of their passion that illuminated against the walls?

His feet were heavy, dragging along the floor

the panels of wood creaking like the post to that

old bed of his. He was pride embodied,

chest puffed and chin up, a lazy smile across his lips;

he was graced by the goddess herself,

allowing him a sinful dance with the devil

for the night as the moonlight made her look

so beautiful. As warm as their bodies had been

together, his body felt so cold now that the sunlight has

touched his skin, and her hands were no longer there

to provide the burns. Her ghost was the only thing left

to haunt him in the morning.

Obey Me Mammon Angst Skits: Angstober 2021 Edition

Day 3 (Late): Mark of a Killer

Warnings: 

• This Angstober Prompt is going to be short. I don’t have much of an idea for it. However, I still will be trying to get out an idea that HOPEFULLY does not feel rushed. 
• There will be blood, death, and bodily harm in this. 
• There may or may not be mentions of moderate to severe depression. However, there is more likely to be mentions of it, so tread carefully. 
• As usual, this is Mammon-Centric. When is it not?
• Have fun, stay safe, and enjoy your short read. 
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• See you later!

It is strange, what love does to a person. 

Such intense love and hate can be so confusing… everything surely spins in the world of self involvement. Perhaps it is the constant truth that life was ever changing, and yet some things remained the same. 

The Avatar of Greed didn’t know how to feel about his role. 

His feelings. 

They were all a muddle of broken emotions and strong resistence to impulse. 

Such feelings were messy. 

They caused him nothing but grief, and yet, he sat here, not changing a single thing. Not even when he had the chance. 

Mammon looked at himself in the reflection of his phone as he stood in the alleyway. He waited for his target to arrive. It was… astounding… just how much this job helped him with his stress. His burdensome emotions that tugged at his mind, no matter where he went, or what he did. 

He felt somewhat… content. If not, foolish, from time to time. 

Soon, there was a text coming through. The phone was on silent, so the target didn’t hear it. One of the few things that Mammon was smart enough to get done beforehand. Who would have thought, right?

‘Is your assigntment nearby?’ the text was simple. 

Were they?

Looking around the corner, the hooded avatar pulled his mask down over his face, and started to type on his device. 

“Yeah. They are here. What do you want me to do with them?” he asked the voice over the line. Not even a few seconds after the text was sent, there was another message from his ‘employer’.

‘I need you to strangle them, and pull them into the alleyway. Barbatos will meet you there. Understood?’ the voice prompted via text again, to which Mammon let out the slightest sigh. He needed to keep his head, and remember why he was doing this. 

First… he did it.. because killing them… it felt good. He felt… a relief of stress. He felt like he could get some tension off of his chest, with minimal regret… though… his barrier of emotions took a while to build. 

Second, he did it, because it helped his Lord and Friend. 

Diavolo. 

Mammon started to walk by the woman, noticing that no one was nearby. It didn’t take long. He brought out a needle, and a spare belt that he had found in his room. After which, he would surely burn it, to dispose of evidence, that way. 

The white haired man had nearly been caught before. Diavolo had to cover up for him, which the man was more than happy to do, but it did make Mammon feel guilt. 

‘Don’t forget that he practically owns you now… he has more control over you than he did before.’ Mammon looked down to his hand, noticing a lightly glowing demonic symbol that he agreed to let Diaovlo place on him. The Lord of the Devildom needed to keep tabs on him, after all. Just in case anything went awry. 

The blue and gold eyed demon closes his eyes, before wrapping the belt around the womans neck, and quickly cutting off her air, before pulling it tight enough to crush some part of her throat. 

She died fairly quickly. 

Some more stress was released from his body. It still felt nice… 

He could direct the pains of his own woes onto the victims that Diavolo gave him. Those that thwarted his plans, or didn’t go along with the idea of his perfect kingdom. Barbatos went along with him, as the kings servant. He was content with his role. 

Mammon remembered why he was sought. 

He had been sought out, because Diavolo could smell his rage. 

He could just sense Mammon close to snapping. He would likely end up hurting one of his siblings. He didn’t want to do that… no matter what. So.. he would just use others. Others that he didn’t care about. He could spare his own feelings of guilt that way. He did, spare them well. 

This mark that Diavolo put on him was going to be there forever. 

So it’s not like he could back out now. 

Mammon looked to the mouth of the alley, and saw a familiar green eyed demon, who smiled to him. 

“Did you do what he asked of you, M?” he questioned, before walking forward. 

The avatar of greed nodded, before picking up the body, and handing it to the other, who knew what to do from there. 

“Good work. See you tomorrow.”

Mammon took out a cigarette, before nodding, and stuffing the belt into his pocket. He looked at the symbol on his hand that Diavolo had given him a while back. The thing glowed, which sort of stung, but soon, the glowing dimmed down, and the symbol vanished, as if it was never there. 

It would surely be in the same place tomorrow…

The tanned man smiled to himself, almost feel ing as though he lost another piece of himself, in a way. 

However, he dismissed it. 

He would just drown out any remaining negative emotions in liquor, anyhow.

Obey Me Mammon Angst Skits: Angstober 2021 Edition

Day 2 (Late): Delusions

Warnings!

• Delusions are usually linked or associated with Mental Disorders, or other sensitive topics that can often/usually get intentionally/unintentionally misrepresented in media. 
• I am warning everyone reading that I am not too familiar with the concept of experiencing, or prolonged research behind the causes of, behind, or surrounding stuff that surrounds ‘delusions’. 
• I did a little research before I actually started writing.I am not saying that it makes my information correct. However, I am saying that I did try to look into it, because I know stuf flike this can be a sensitive topic sometimes. 
• The specific kind of ‘delusion’ or ‘category’ of the delusion spectrum I am going to be writing with is the ‘Somatic Delusions’.
• From what I gathered on the internet, ‘Somatic Delusions’ are usually ones that have to do with perception on appearance, or a means of personal perceptions of things to do with one-self in one way or another. 
• ‘’A somatic delusion is a false belief that a person’s internal or external bodily functions are abnormal. This belief may also extend to viewing one’s physical appearance as very irregular.’’ - This bolded statement is one I copied and pasted from the internet as a reference. and the following bullet below will be a copied reference of ‘examples’ of said delusion type. 
  
• ‘’Common somatic delusions are that the person is infested by insects or parasites, that he or she is emitting a foul odor, that parts of the body are not functioning, or that certain parts of the body are misshapen and ugly even in the absence of objective evidence.’’
  
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• Lastly, of course, there will be mentions of depression, and what can be considered emotional abuse from Mammon’s siblings. If you do not want to read this, and understand, feel free to continue. If not- please don’t. 
• I don’t want to upset anyone, and if I accidentally represent this ‘delusion’ in a way that is extremely harmful to the community that may suffer from some of these things- don’t hesitate to let me know. 
• I will apologize in advance. 
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• Thank you for understanding and have a safe read. 

Mammon stood in the bathroom, looking at his reflection. 

It was him…

Himself. 

He had been getting more and more anxious as years went on. He knew he was. However, he wouldn’t ask for help, as he would likely be denied what he needed anyhow. 

The white haired man brought his hands up to his hair, and his eyes. He hated them. 

He brought his trembling fingers through his slightly knotted hair, unable to find peace, even in sleep. His own looks haunted him sometimes. He just looked so… wrong. Why couldn’t he look more… like his broters?  Why did he have to look so different? 

He then started to feel his own skin- shivering… one of the biggest things that made him look different. His tan. He didn’t look like he resembled them at all.. 

He once read on the internet, that sometimes, those that people are close to- will often gravitate toward those that they are more familiar with. They look for comfort in familiarity. They look for kindness in common-ground. Mammon was quite different in comparison to his siblings for many reasons. 

They all had their differences, but… somehow… he was still the ugly duckling. 

That was because his stupid body was just… wrong. 

It had been wrong from the start… and yet… he had only started to realize it in recent years. His white hair… all of his brothers had either dark hair.. or some kind of color within it… the only one who had a bit of white was Belphegor… 

His eyes… he always got comments about how these stupid eyes of his looked angelic… how they looked unnatrual, for a demon to possess. They didn’t look the way they should. They were insufficient. 

Mocking him every single time he looked at himself.

He hated it. 

He wanted nothing more than to close his eyes, and look away, most days…

Then, his skin. 

The biggest organ in connection to the body. One of the other many things he just cannot hide. 

Mammon grit his teeth in frustration. The anger had been building up for a long, long time. He couldn’t take it. The frustrated demon of Greed balled up his fists, and he shook his head. He felt so gross. He felt so unnatural, looking at his reflection. 

That wasn’t really HIM. It didn’t deserve to be. It didn’t need to be. 

The demon of greed soon punched the mirror in the bathroom, yelling out in frustration as his negative emotions lead to his outburst. The man continued to shout obscenities at himself, punching the ground, far past the point where his knuckles bled. 

His brothers wouldn’t hear him… it would be a while before they got home. 

Mammon had been sent home because of a freakout at RAD, and his items were confiscated by Lucifer on his way out the door Though, it wasn’t the black haired man he was frustrated with right now. It was himself. 

He did everything wrong, and it wasn’t hard to realize that. 

Maybe if he could just change himself. Make himself feel better about everything that his genes denied him, he could finally start to improve himself as an indevidual. Maybe changing himself, would finally be a solution to his internal aching, and constant contemplations. 

Finally finding an idea, Mammon scrambled to his feet, before going to run around the house. 

He was going to steal. He was good for nothing for it… maybe… just maybe… this would be the last time…?

He found deep red hair dye, a set of gray contacts, and some special foundation, that would make his tan at least lighter… hopefully..

An hour of preperations, and changing later- and Mammon looked in the mirror in the hallway- since he had broken the mirror in his own bathroom.

He stared at himself. 

Him. 

The new him…

Deep brown hair, and dark gray eyes. Lighter skin, and a beauty mark or two… 

Mammon smiled at himself, before feeling a tightness in his chest. 

Did he finally do it?! Did he finally fix his problems? All of the mistakes that his genetics had made him? Was he finally going to be better? Or maybe feel better about himself?

“I… I…” he started to say to himself, before bringing his hands to his face.The smile was genuine… only for a couple seconds. 

No. 

This new look. 

This new style…

It was him..

No matter what he did… it was still him. 

It wasn’t natural. 

It didn’t fit. 

Because.. no matter what he did…. he couldn’t shed his own skin. His own abdnormailies and flaws. He couldn’t cover up what his genetics had given him forever.. his own natural appearance was going to always haunt him… it was showing through the disguise he put in. 

The stupid white hair… and those ugly gold and blue eyes…

His dumbass tan, and stupid fucking messy mop…

No matter what he did, he would be flawed. 

He was always going to be an eyesore. 

In frustration, Mammon pulled at his hair again, before also punching the hallway mirror, and in the end… it all had been worth nothing. 

The avatar of greed covered his face, and started to cry, his emotions building up in his chest. He would never be able to make himself tolerable… if not perfect. 

He was always going to be himself…

and….

that was the problem. 

He was Mammon. 

He WAS the abdnormailty…

All of his flaws her HIS. 

HE stared back at HIMSELF. 

because that… is the one thing… that he can’t change with some die, makeup, and a pair of contacts….

He would forever be a flaw. 

He would forever be burdened. 

He would burden others. 

Eventually- he gave up. He just leans against the rail of the stairs, covering his eyes, and refusing to look to the shards of glass on the floor nearby, because the only thing he would see staring back at him, was the very thing he didn’t want to see. 

He rested, and let his tormented thoughts trample him.

Mammon leans back on the couch, reading a small book. As of late, he had been restless, and found a lot of comfort in staying awake in a room that wasn’t his. Overall, his mood had been a constant dragging sensation. Nothing but annoyances, or grief. 

The tired, white haired demon flipped a page in his book, and soon, felt a small nudging on his arm. 

Looking down, he smiled, seeing the Little Devil of Greed. also known as ‘Lil D No. 2′. The small devil grinned at him in their typically mischievious way, before floating down, and plopping down on Mammon’s chest. 

“Papaaaaa” the small devil whined playfully to the Demon of Greed. “Papaa, I’m bored…” the small devil continued. 

Mammon groaned, and put the book down. However, he maintained a pretty soft expression. “Lil G. It’s late, there’s not much i can do with you right now. What do you want me to do?” the white haired man asked, 

The small devilish creature smiled as it moved it’s small stick like hands a bit. “Read?” he asked, before crawling up closer to mammon’s head, and looking up at the book. “I like hearing you tell stories.” the devil said, before settling down again. 

Naturally, Mammon’s older brother instinct took over, and he sighs- a small smile crossing his lips as he sat up on the couch. “Fine, Fine. Come ‘ere goofball.” he pat the small pillow right next to him, the little golden eyed devil letting out a small cackle-like laugh- though it more in playfulness. It plopped down on the pillow and looks up, seeing a few small drawings on the book. 

The avatar of greed started to read the modest book with enthusiasm, smiling down to the devil, then turning the page to read again. He made sure to read somewhat silently, that way he wasn’t waking anyone up- but in about ten minutes, the other visiting little devils were all on the couch with him and Lil’ G- listening to the story. 

The rest of the night went by quickly, all of them enjoying their family-like activity together.

“Once, in a far off land- the skies were stained black with unknown auras of the night sky- burning stars pierced the darkness- and from them- a guardian was borne. He was calm, and fair. One might say that he was an image of arguable perfection. Noble, and pure, this guardian was. He could pierce enemeies with his sword- romoured to be white-hot to the touch. Every monster he slain fell from the skies- leaving behind a trail of light. Thus- ‘Falling Stars’ were discovered.”

//Someone said that they would be interested in this AU being turned into a fanfiction. If you know who you are, well, here you go, dear reader.//

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It was funny. 

The cost of not abiding by one’s own nature was usually dissatisfaction. It usually was a sense of emptiness. Lack of self identity, if their nature was that big of a part of themselves. However, with time, you will either get eaten alive by it, or you will surpress, and control it. It depended on determination and the will or drive to accomplish such a difficult task. 

Try as he might, Mammon usually failed at self control. 

He had a hard time controlling his sin, because he was too busy trying to help his siblings with what they needed. 

The sin rested within him, and was acted on as it started to set the buzzing off in his mind that he wanted something. ‘That flower looks so pretty. Take it. Take it for yourself, no one is looking.’ It almost always resulted in theft. 

It started out so small at first. So seemingly insignificant.

So miniscule and laughable. 

Like most things, though- flowers became objects of value. Objects of value became actual money. He tried. Really he did. He tried so hard to make the urges go away, but even so, he doesn’t have time to try and seek help to slow his sin down. 

He doesn’t help, or the patience, or the energy for it. 

That brought him to the pit of constant annoyance he was within now. He had pulled himself to a hault. Trying desperately to ignore his sin as he barracaded himself in his room, covered himself in blankets, and blocked his view from anything other than the dakrness. 

The darkness, though, didn’t stop his yearning imagination. 

Gold. Gold and jewels, and glimmering objects. Love, and affection, and attention. There were so many things he was greedy for. Physically, and emotionally. No matter what he did, he wasn’t satisfied in life. Both because he was incompetant, and because of his constant yearning for MORE. He can’t be happy with 'some’ or 'enough’. He can’t be happy with 'for now’ or 'later’. 

He wants it. 

He longs for it.

He does his damndest to acquire it, at the cost of his brothers and sometimes his friends’ patience. He tried to gain what he yearns for any way he knows how, because that is the only way he will get it. 

Stopping these sensations feel worse that being caste down to the depths of the devildom by his father, and the angels of which serve him. He will always say that he doesn’t regret following Lucifer down here. Lucifer is his brother. They are all his brothers. He would do it again, even if he had a chance at a better life, and better treatment. 

He knew damn well that the way he was treat in his family was not fair. 

However, he has no room to complain… does he? 

He would have to endure whatever pain he could so he could better himself. Even if it meant that he would suffer. He could do it for them. He WOULD do it for them. 

Closing his eyes, he made a silent promise to himself, and he clenched his hands together. He wasn’t going to act on his greed anymore. If he did… he would severely punish himself. 

No matter what.

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Resting under the covers of his bed, Mammon kept his hands under his rump, the tingling in his fingers had not ceased and it had been over a month. They twitched and jolted. He desperately wanted to take anything that wasn’t his. The gnawing in his mind from the sin that was a part of him mocked his every move. It tried to nag on him, and persuade him to give up. 

He felt cold. 

Too cold. 

Everything hurt. 

It spun, and made him feel nauseus.

'Come on, steal something. You know you want to. Treat yourself, for working so hard… there is a snack cake in the freezer Beel got. Don’t you think it looked good?’ a small voice coaxed in his mind. 'Go and take it for yourself, It’s not like he doesn’t have anything else to eat~' 

Mammon shivered, and bit his lip, before digging his nails into the mattress under him. He shook his head no, which only agitated him. The buzzing getting louder and louder. 

As his internal turmoil continued- the man only knit his eyebrows closer together, and grunted. Any and all thoughts he was having before that point were halted for a mere few seconds as he heard a voice calling out to him from the hallway. 

“Mammon, get out here. Lucifer is complaining about you not doing something and it’s getting annoying. Get it done so he will shut up.” Good to hear from you too, Satan. 

The second eldest brother merely dug his nails into his mattress again, and bit back a groan- before pulling the blankets off of his head, and inching his way toward the door of his room. He stood in front of it, just staring for a few seconds as he fidgets his hands in his pants pockets. Tapping his fingers on his legs, grasping ot the cloth- anything to keep them from being out in the open, where he could just grab whatever was in the open. 

He quickly took his right hand out of his pocket, opened the door, and put it back in his pocket, before using his foot to push it open the rest of the way. He didn’t bother acknowleding the blonde sibling, who stood there looking at him in annoyance. 

he just walked past, and started to make his way to Lucifer’s office. Sadly, that was one of the biggest broblem areas for him. On top of that… his chest was starting to feel funny. 

There was a small burst of what could be described as congestion..? But then it subsided again. Mammon’s fingers were grasping at the cloth in his pockets again, trembling not out of fear, but still out of self restraint. 

He opened the door to Lucifer’s office, and walked into the room, keeping his eyes on the floor as he avoided looking around the well decorated space. He could almost hear the subconscious voice within him again, the buzzing in his head spiking as he just knew how much cool and pretty stuff was in this room. 

'Stop thinking about it… stop… stop… no.. don’t look around.’ he was talking down to himself mentally, profusely sweating as his nails dug at his protected flesh

“Mammon. I asked you to go and get something earlier today. Care to tell me why you didn’t get what I asked of you completed?” the man glared to his younger sibling, who, in turn, kept staring at the ground. 

“S-sorry. I forgot…” he tried to leave the excuse brief. He felt like he was going to throw up. 

His chest was starting to hurt again. 

'Come on, steal something. Take it. He has all of these cool things, you need to treat yourself too, you know. It’s not like your brother is going to.’ the idea coaxed. It mocked him. 

The white haired demon leans forward, feeling pressure in his throat, and a splitting pain pulsate through his head as he bit back a bit of a yelp. He shook his head, and kept his hands in his pockets, feeling it was getting harder and harder to breathe. 

“Mammon! Answer my question!” a stern, annoyed voice interjected. It slashed through his thoughts with a mighty tone, and made the white haired demon flinch. That, though, was a mistake. The second he leans forward from flinching, he felt as thought he was choking. There was something in his thraot- he could feel it there. 

But how? He wasn’t getting sick. He didn’t eat anything recently..! 

He quickly looks up to the red eyed demon with teary eyes, not willing to try and ask him for help. Instead, he dashed out of the room, and slammed the door behind himself- before making a b-line to the bathroom that rested in the hallway between a closet, and another room that was hardly used. 

Locking the door  behind himself, and falling to his knees, Mammon started to gag, and wheeze, trying to get his air back. His face had darkened, and his eyes wouldn’t stop watering from the lack of desired oxygen. His head was pounding, and he coudl feel his heart racing. It hurt. It really fucking hurt. Fuck!

He struggled, and struggled, gagging, and choking on the slightest bits of air that were coming through. 

Eventually, he coughed up a mass of blood into the toilet, and something heavier made a firm 'tinkk’ noise as it hit the whitened porcelain. 

After taking about half a minute to breathe, and clear his clouded vision- Mammon concentrated on the bloodied water of the toilet, and spots what had made such a heavy noise. 

There, resting int the water, and washed of the blood that had followed it from the ailing demon’s throat- was a brilliant golden pearl. 

((To Be Continued))

Friendship… what comes to one’s mind when they hear that word? Just what do they picture when they think of a ‘friend’. 

Everyone’s ideal version of this word varies. It differs, based on the beholder. 

There is always needs, and wants, or requirements. There is desire upon desire upon desire. Yet, somehow, the subject is always changing. Fleeting, in a way. When someone says that they want a friend… they are trying to find comfort, or find something, someone to confide in. 

Someone that you can trust with secrets, and stress, and grievences.

Someone who can tell you that you are wrong, without belittling you. Someone who makes you be the best versions of yourself, because they are willing to help you as much as you are willing to help them. 

Though… 

When Mammon said he made friends… Lucifer didn’t know what he was expecting..

Looking to the bloodied bodies of demons that rested in a strange house now… he was even more confused. Confused, and horrified. 

There, in the center of them, holding a pleasant conversation as he sewn one of the mouths of the demons shut- was his brother, who was rambling away to the bodies with a lot of enthusiasm. He was laughing away, telling some secrets to them. 

He was brought from his happy stupor, looking up and locking eyes with the eldest of the demon brothers. “Luciii, therre you are!” he chirped out. “You’re just in time! I wanted you to meet my friends! I made them myself!”

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Indeed he did…

Despite being the laziest brother of the demons seven kin- Belphegor knew that he was among one of the most observant of them all. He never opened his mouth to speak out something, unless he felt it was important… or unless there was enough spite to propel him to try to act on hate or annoyance.

Over the last several weeks… he was observing even more.

Mammon seemed so normal at first. 

At first, the brother of sloth wouldn’t have batted an eye at his annoying, older sibling. He wouldn’t have cared about this, that, and the other. Not… much… anyways.

The incidents started out small. They always did. 

Belphegor had noticed that the avatar sustained a deep gash to his forearm- but- no blood spilled from the wound. Maybe he just healed that fast… 

During another incident- Mammon was walking in front of the bathroom mirror that rested in a small restroom in the hallway.Belphegor was standing there with Leviathan, listening to the estranged fanatic ramble about Henry for the nth time. He took note of the fact that Mammon passed in front of the mirror- and he didn’t have a reflection.

“Maybe you’re just seeing things.”

On yet another occasion- the purple and pink eyed youngest of the brothers saw that the second eldest sibling had gotten into a fight with another demon. During the exchange- Mammon’s entire arm was broken. Within seconds… it snapped back into place as if there was no damage to it at all.

Demon magic takes longer to heal serious injuries like those ones… that shouldn’t have happened.

The youngest demon brother walked at the sleeping form of Mammon on the couch, napping there. He narrowed his eyes, and contemplated doing one of his typical monuevers and just flopping down on the older sibling, and sleeping there, seeing as he KNEW he wouldn’t move. That  and because he was too lazy to go up the stairs. 

He stood there… pondering his actions… he almost felt… unsafe. Like this was someone unfamiliar. 

Closing his eyes, he clenched his pillow, and did what he usually would do… if it were a different situation. 

He flopped down on the older sibling, who grunted, and sighs. “Fuckin’ trying to suffocate me as usual, huh?” the white haired man grunted out, before snorting and turning his head, and simply falling back asleep. Seemingly because he was too tired to care. 

Belphegor waits for over ten minutes… apprehensive to move. 

He eventually found his courage though, and made it seem like hie head fell of his pillow onto the others chect- 

His entire body went cold after several minutes of waiting. 

No matter how hard he tried to search for it… despite trying to be quiet, and not get caught…

He couldn’t find it…

Despite the fact that he was alive… right there… sleeping. 

There was no pulse .

Mammon didn’t have a heartbeat.

Warning: 

• This is an AU Apocalyptic Scenario
• There will be mentions of death, but no major descriptions of it. 
• This is mainly angst, but then again, when is it not, lmfao’
• There is referenced self oof in here.
• IDK why I exist sometimes,
• Did you know that I love you? Platonically, I mean. I am not much, but I do thank you for coming by and reading when you do. I like hearing your thoughts, or just seeing people enjoy my writing. 
• I hope you have a good day today. 
• - 
• To the MiniFic

The Devildom was gone… 

Reduced to ruins as unknown creatures roamed the lands; the once grand kingdom was nothing more than a playground of snow, ice, and deadly traps. The kingdom had sunken into nothing, save for the few that remained in the tarnished, useless lands. 

It seems that nature was cruel. She was always waving around her wand of fate, enjoying tempting the lives of those that lie under it. 

The Angels had Destroyed everything. They had tarnished the safety of the devildom, by seeking help from the greater evils. Evils that even Diavolo himself would never permiss, let alone the estranged, former Demon King. 

Mammon looked over the desolate landscape, holding Lucifer’s coat over his shoulders. He held several weapons, and his demon form was showing. 

It was cold. 

The bitter wind surrounded his body with no second thought. He was just an obtrusion He thought back to the olden days. Closing his eyes at the memories of the warmth of the hell that he had been familiar with before the great collapse. 

Diavolo was dethroned, and subsequestially- somehow- killed. 

Whatever happened seemed to evade Barbatos’s visions… then again… if Diavolo could be dethroned… what bit of powers Barbatos had weren’t going to mean much. The green haired demon disappeared. This world was orderless. You were killed, or you killed others. 

Mammon learned that the hard way when his brothers all died off one by one. Lucifer went out first. That was no surprised. He was the strongest of the demon kin. He was prideful to the very end, no matter what happened. He had went off on his own, without the other siblings knowing- and died trying to take out as many enemies as possible, so they could find a safer place to call home. 

Beelzebub was next. With the collapse of demon Society- he was doomed from the get go… as the avatar of gluttony, he was in constant pain from the lack of nourishment. Eventually- he starved to death… it didn’t take long. His own sin ate him alive- and at the end of it… he was no bigger than a skeleton when his body took it’s toll. 

Belphegor, naturally went out next. The sibling of sloth didn’t have the energy to protect himself, led alone anyone else. The main reason he died, though, was because of the feeling of emptiness after Beel died. Some could say he died of a broken heart. Mammon begged him not to eat that poisoned plant. 

Asmodeus was soon to follow. He went out in battle. He was overwhelmed by other enemies, and Leviathan went out the same way. Both being ambushed by enemies which nearly always consisted of disfigured demonic animals, and strange, sentient plants. Maybe even fellow demons who were just trying to survive the literal snowed-over hellscape their home turned into. 

Satan was the last of kin to bite the bullet. He had also went during battle, but it was from a singular opponent… the brother of wrath was eaten alive, in a snap of greedy, evil jaws, the top half was severed from the bottom- and he became a ghoulish creatures food. 

That was all years ago. Maybe… half a decade? 

Mammon hardly could keep track of the days anymore. 

He had done nothing by survive. Nothing by try to continue in this world that had so greedily taken those he loved from him. There was nothing in this world that he wanted, and yet, somehow, he found himself chasing the concept of life this entire time. 

He avoided death by the skin of his teeth, just to have no family, or friends to go home to. 

Everything had been for nothing. It has been for far too long. 

Looking down the side of the cliff, the demon of greed sighs, and he looks up to the whitened, snow-salted skies, before narrowing his eyes. He hated seeing it. Just another reminder of how their lives were ruined. He could heard the slightest bit of movement from the water below the ice-capped revine. 

It was finally time. 

He had been fighting for long enough. 

It was time to go home. 

He looked down to the several objects he kept with himself at all times- especially after his losses. One of Levi’s old game cartiges, Lucifer’s coat, Beel’s small food-resin keychain decoara- part of a pillowcase that Belphegor used as a bracelet from time to time- asmodeus’s white nailpolish- and Satan’s reading glasses. 

He was ready. 

Closing his eyes, and turning around, Mammon opened them one more time and looked out in the distance. There was a large, aggressive hellscapre creature running right at him. So long for being able to at least enjoy the sight of the land.. 

He closed his eyes again, pulling his arms closer to his chest, before falling backwards off the cliff, and plummettning toward the icy water below. 

It felt like time was moving in slow motion. Everything was so light. 

He reflected on the amazing times he had… as well as the pain, and sorrow he had experienced. For the first time in years, he felt happiness that he never thought he was experience again. 

Soon enough, his body crashed through the cap of the ice that covered the deep revine, and he felt himself become submerged in the chilly depths of the moving current. He felt as though he was choking, but he didnt struggle. There was no point in it. 

He kept his eyes closed, and felt his consciousness drifting. The world aroud him got darker, despite his already blocked vision. even darker black peppered the dark void that rested  behind his eyelids, and he continued to sink down into the revine further. 

He truly was submerged. 

Floating.

He was free.

As his final thoughts began to leave him- he smiled to himself, his body slowly becoming one of the many endless corpses that had fallen because of this oe liveable land. He choked on water, and- just before his conscious thoughts went stagnant- he felt wamth at several hands grabbed his uselessly drifting arms from within the water. 

6 hands. all different. 

His body continued to sink- alone in the water. No one would ever reach it. He would never been seen, or heard again. 

That didn’t stop his smile, though. He could feel them now. He could go where he truly wanted to be all this time. He could escape this hell of a life… finally be happy again.

He was finally… going home. 

More time spent walking soon was complimented with the arrival of their destination. Mammon was behind Satan, mainly aiming his interests in looking around, rather than touching anything. There were a lot of things on the shelves- including objects that weren’t quite library items. However, they were a nice touch. Good thing Mammon brought his wallet. 

Not that Satan knew that, of course. 

“Alright, I have a general idea of what we can do first. However, if we can’t follow it directly that is fine. We just need to make sure not to get lost. I think we are perfectly capable of doing that, right?” Satan chuckled before slightly punching Mammon in the arm, who only huffed with a smile and a roll of the eyes. 

“Yeah, Yeah, I know. I will try to stay on task, alright?” he puffed up his cheeks in defiance, before looking over to the first corner. “So is that where we are goin’ first?”

After looking back to his small plansheet, Satan nodded to his older sibling, before putting it under his arm. 

“Yeah, that would be it. Let’s go while there is a bit of free space.” the blonde walked ahead of the white haired sibling, gently pulling him along. Mammon didn’t mind that he was being tugged along, in all honestly. It reminded him of all those times Satan was showing him to his newest projects. Back when he was way more ambitious. “From what I read, this is supposed to be an exhibit of rare flowers. They got ahold of some resin for the human realms, and preserved these with the help of of some demon magic.”

“That is pretty cool!” he slightly exclaimed, before going back to relative silence. He looked around a couple other demons, before he finally got to see an un-onscured version of these plants. Most of them are from the human realm. He has seen a lot of them before- but- Satan wouldn’t know that. 

All of these flowers were so new. They were a pure experience for him, and Mammon would be damned if he let himself ruin it for his sibling by saying. “Oh, I’ve seen these before." 

Satan went to admire a lot of the differing colors, and shapes, and sizes. In the end, his eyes fell on a strange flower indeed. The flower was colored a soft chiffon hue with a peach pink blush on the ends of the petals. The petals of the flower formed in what looked like a cluster- giving it a pompom like shape. 

Looking down at the label, Mammon remembered what this flower was from one of those human flower shops. Dahlias. 

Specifically a PomPom Dahlia. There was another Dahlia species nearby that maintained the same formation in general relativity. Most likely an Anemone Dahlia- with how dtifferent some of the patterns seemed. 

"This human realm flower looks cool.” the older sibling noted to the younger blonde, before pointing at it. 

The two soon started to talk about it, making some small talk over this pretty, and somewhat unnatural, dare some say, unnerving plant. 

Eventually, the two shifted their attention to other flowers, either admiring them, or poking fun at them here and there. After about five minutes, they walked over to a different table, and looked at the contents, before looking at each other. 

There were some really old pieces of paper, with what looked like exremely aged writing, and drawings. Stuff that didn’t seem to belong in their own histories. It must have been a human based artifact that they were willing to share. 

Mammon soon wrapped his arm over Satan’s shoulders, slightly hesitant, just in case the other didn’t want to be touched. Satan didn’t seem to mind it, looking over to Mammon with more of a curious expression than an angry one. “What’s up? What do you need?” he questioned the older demon, before folding some of the papers he had used to write a few things down under his arm. 

“I don’t need anything I just needed to tell you one thing. C'mere real quick-” Mammon made a small gesture with his hand, becking the other in for him to be whispered to. 

Satan, of course, complied, before Mammon laughed, and started to give him a noogie. 

“Mammon, stop, you’re messing up my hairrrr.” the blonde complained, before pulling himself free of the others arm, and crossing his own, as he looked up to him. “Look at what you did- Mam-” he pointed up to his hair, a somewhat cross expression tugged on his face. 

Mammon started to suddenly get apprehensive- before putting his hands up, and backing up as he waves his hands, feeling as though he had critically upset the other sibling. 

“H-Hey, Satan! I didn’t mean to upset ya- sorry- I’ll just- uh- I’ll just go-” he was backing up, getting ready to leave, before Satan lunged forward a little bit, and put his own hands up into Mammon’s hair, laughing a bit. “Ah-?!”

“I will get my revenge- don’t you try to stop me!” he exclaimed a little quietly, chuckling to the older sibling as he started vigorously shake his hands around Mammon’s mop, making the hair look wild and untamed. Sort of like if ‘bedhead’ 'Bad-hair-day’ and 'Stress 100’ all combined into one unholy chimeric abomination. This would be it.

Mammon started to playfully whine, falling to his knees on the floor in the library. They both might have been either getting weird stares, or small chuckles, but he didn’t care.

He was having fun.

Satan was still roughing up his head, making sure that at least some of it was knotted. At this point, Mammon flopped back on the floor, and stuck up his hands. 

“Noooo, mercyyyyyy! Not my glorious mane! How could you do this to me you monsterrrrrr!” he rolled over on his stomach, and continued to whine to the younger sibling, who only laughed back, putting his talk planning sheet off to the side. 

The other people in the book-fair were mainly amused. Both of them were relatively silent, despite the dramatic sound to both of their voices, so they weren’t disturbing anyone or anything. The people running the book fair were also fair amused by this whole ordeal. Soon, though, the interaction had to end. Both of the men got up from the floor, dusting bits of dander, fallen hairs, and dirt from their clothing. 

Mammon’s head was a hot mess, and Satan’s was a little roughed up but still in a distinguishable hairstyle. 

The siblings took some time out to breathe, going to a few more stations in the Book Fairs Event. Most of these included small trinkets, pieces of history, some strange items, a couple stories, and a lot of estranged miscellenious events. 

Time was flying by. 

Going by so quickly. 

The greedy part of mammon continued to call out, wishing feelings like this would last forever. The last time he remembered ever play wrestling with Satan was when the other was still a very young child. 

It was a special kind of energy that can’t simply be replicated. It was special to him. 

At the end of the night, both of the demons leave the Book Fair with several small bags, and some 'samples’ that someone had given them. Satan was rambling on in excitement about the few new books he got, and Mammon continued to listen in interest as they walked home.

The air was cool, and the moon was full. 

Beautiful nights like these were ware… he wondered if he could have them… forever.

((To Be Contiued))

future-mrs-diavolo:

moemoemammon:

A “Daikon Proposes POV ” I wrote for the server <3

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Daikon draws a breath in an attempt to steel his nerves but alas, nothing could calm the torrent of emotions that came with proposing. He’d rather be the one proposed to, considering his generally passive role in the universe, but he’d be damned if they were snatched up by some other bozo before he had a chance to say anything.

This was a long time in the making, subtle hints dropped here and there, accidental brushing of the shoulders, so. Much. Flirting. Or at least, for what he could take before getting embarrassed about it. But still, he wanted to do his best to make his feelings known, and it was easiest in those quieter moments when nothing else mattered but him and them. He could still remember their first kiss…

Gah, enough with the sap! He was already embarrassed enough without taking a trip down fluffy memory lane! Daikon clutched the box in his hands tightly; he’d lamented over how flashy it’d been, the black box adorned with golden trimming throughout, but that couldn’t be helped. It was what was inside that mattered the most!

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WAAAAAAAAUGH THIS IS CUTE AS HELL…. THANKS LIZ FOR HELPIN ME PRACTICE

A “Daikon Proposes POV ” I wrote for the server <3

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Daikon draws a breath in an attempt to steel his nerves but alas, nothing could calm the torrent of emotions that came with proposing. He’d rather be the one proposed to, considering his generally passive role in the universe, but he’d be damned if they were snatched up by some other bozo before he had a chance to say anything.

This was a long time in the making, subtle hints dropped here and there, accidental brushing of the shoulders, so. Much. Flirting. Or at least, for what he could take before getting embarrassed about it. But still, he wanted to do his best to make his feelings known, and it was easiest in those quieter moments when nothing else mattered but him and them. He could still remember their first kiss…

Gah, enough with the sap! He was already embarrassed enough without taking a trip down fluffy memory lane! Daikon clutched the box in his hands tightly; he’d lamented over how flashy it’d been, the black box adorned with golden trimming throughout, but that couldn’t be helped. It was what was inside that mattered the most!

Daikon had rehearsed this moment in his head a billion times: invite them out to see the star shower (in secret!), propose a picnic in the conveniently secluded area of choice, then BAM! He’d pop the question. It was simple enough, so why was he getting all choked up now that they were together? He glanced over briefly to find their eyes affixed to the sky, streaks of light glinting across their surface as the stars made their way along the inky canvas above. It was… mesmerizing. He’d stare forever if not for the weight of the ring in his hand serving to remind him of his duty. Again, Daikon drew another breath and reached out a clammy hand to ever so gently brush across theirs.

“Hey. I want to… ask you something.”

He hoped the dark of night would be enough cover to hide his embarrassment, from the crease in his brow to the heat on his face.

“Ever since I got here… since the moment I met you, you’ve made it feel like home. Being with you, I know that no matter what happens, I’ll be alright. But I don’t want to be greedy, you know? I want to make you feel that way too, knowing that I’ve got you, and that you can depend on me. So… will you let me show you how happy I can make you?”

Daikon presents the ring he’d so desperately held onto, practically shoving it into their face. Part of that was enthusiasm while the rest was just trying to use the ring as a shield.

“…..Will you marry me?”

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The Life of Royals - Truth

Genre:Fluff

Pairing:Lucifer/F!MC

Summary:When you were seven, you held a fake wedding by the swings with a kid you met at a park. You never saw your childhood ‘spouse’ again after that day. Today you received a letter summoning you to a foreign country, where your wedding to the heir to the throne twenty years ago is seen as valid. -Prompt by @/writing-prompt-s

Work was exhausting today—like always—and you wanted nothing but to lay down on your bed. Just letting the tiredness seep out from your body after finding your favourite pillow and inhaling the similar scent of your home was really tempting.

But before you could indulge in the sin called Sloth, you have to finish your hellish reports first.

Half Year-End Closing is just around the corner. You knew you couldn’t sleep well during those times, so best be prepared and finish some small tasks before you pulled all-nighters for that nightmare.

Another heavy sigh escaped your mouth before you sipped your iced Americano with a frown.

The ladies were gossiping about the neighbouring country whose King was currently laying in bed, sick. The country’s affairs had to be managed by the seven princes, especially the eldest.

Yes, the neighbouring country has seven princes.

“Don’t you think it’s time for the princes to find someone? The Crown Prince is twenty-seven now, and he’ll be ascending the throne soon.”

“Yeah, you’re right. But hey, aren’t we more or less the same age as the Crown Prince?” your co-worker giggled while twirling the straw on her drinks, “Don’t you think we might have a chance?”

“Don’t be ridiculous! We’re commoners!” another one said, “Besides, we’re not even their citizens.” She clicked her tongue in annoyance.

‘Yeah, we’re only commoners who had nothing special to brag about…’

Would be nice if you can come home to a wonderful palace and had attendants tending to your every need; enjoy the days with luxurious items and respect from others, and have absolutely no worries about food on your table or monthly rent.

But then again, the responsibilities were nothing easy. Royals are responsible for their subjects’ well-being.

If you’re truly a human being, how could you sit back and relax with the money your subjects worked so hard for; while they are suffering on the streets, probably haven’t eaten anything for days?

You swallowed a heavy lump on your throat. Just thinking about their responsibilities made you sick.

“What about you, MC? Any Princes that caught your eyes?” your co-worker wiggled her eyebrows.

You were too lost in your thoughts to even realise the topic had changed.

“Come on, now! Don’t be shy! As for me, I absolutely love Prince Satan. He’s so responsible. And did you see the latest news? He’s the one who closed down the illegal underground market. They were selling slaves and drugs!”

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The Life of Royals - Your Majesty

Genre:Hurt/Comfort + Fluff

Pairing:Lucifer/F!MC

Summary:When you were seven, you held a fake wedding by the swings with a kid you met at a park. You never saw your childhood ‘spouse’ again after that day. Today you received a letter summoning you to a foreign country, where your wedding to the heir to the throne twenty years ago is seen as valid. -Prompt by @/writing-prompt-s

TW: Minor character’s death and mild suggestive themes towards the end of the story.

|First Chapter|Previous Chapter|

“His Majesty! His Majesty is…”

You’ve never run in heels before—except for that time the scary manager in your former company demanded the report that was supposed to be handed in a day before—but fortunately, you certainly managed to not slip while doing so right now.

Lucifer was already far in front of you, so he was the one who opened the door to the King’s room. You arrived a few seconds after him, along with Jean following through.

The atmosphere in the room was filled with sorrow and grief.

You witnessed Mammon and Asmo kneeling down beside the King, with Mammon holding his father’s hand.

You witnessed Levi sitting on the bed near the footboard, hanging his head down low.

You witnessed the twins standing not too far behind Levi; with Belphie side hugging Beel.

You witnessed Satan standing behind Asmo, squeezing Asmo’s shoulder to comfort his brother.

And you witnessed Lucifer, standing frozen without any movement upon seeing the scene in front of him.

Your throat constricted as you looked over to the King who was already too weak to sit up. Your eyes started blurring due to tears forming and you gripped your fist tight, hoping you’d find some strength.

“Don’t cry, Mammon, Asmo…” you heard him say, weakly wiping Mammon’s tears.

“You all have been very good children. I hope you continue supporting each other like you do now.”

He then looked over to you and Lucifer, “And help support your eldest brother and sister too.”

“We will,” Satan said, representing all of them. His grip on Asmo’s shoulder tightened as he forced himself not to cry in front of the King.

“Lucifer…”

The attention shifted to the eldest.

Mammon, Asmo and Satan made way for Lucifer.

He approached the King and slowly kneeled down beside his bed, taking Mammon’s spot. His expression was unreadable but only fools wouldn’t notice those trembling hands of his.

“Son…”

“It’s alright, Father. I’m here.” Lucifer grabbed his hand.

“Take good care of this kingdom… I believe in you…”

“Talk no more, Father. You need to rest.”

“I’m not… going to be here… for long…”

“Don’t say that!” Lucifer unexpectedly raised his voice.

Mammon’s cries intensified. Beside him, Asmo hid his crying face with his hand while the twins comforted Levi upon hearing his soft cries. Satan turned his head away, not wanting to see further in fear he’d breakdown in tears; although a drop of tear was already seen falling from his eyes.

You, on the other hand, could only do so much other than cry along.

You felt your heart throbbed in pain.

The King has been nothing but kind to you ever since you stepped into this place. Even though he’s a royal, not once did he ever look down on you or your status. He even welcomed you warmly to his palace, his kingdom, his home.

You did visit the King several times after that. Mostly, it was with Lucifer but there were also times when you visited him alone. And he shared everything with you. His experiences, his life lessons, and even some cute secrets about the Princes when they’re all still young and wild.

Your visits became more frequent on the days you’re missing your home and your family.

And the King never denied your presence as he was too happy to get to know you just as much as you do to him. You really gained a new father figure.

He gave you secrets and tips to woo Lucifer’s heart—totally clueless that the other party was already head over heels for you.

He gave you some insights into his vision for the country.

And he also gave you words of encouragement to keep going.

Not to forget on the days that you passed out from overworking, he even got up from his bed to give you a visit—although the royal physician strictly forbade him from visiting due to his already weak condition.

But of course, if you’re already feeling such sorrow, what would that make the brothers?

Through your lenses of tears, you could vaguely make out his smiling face before it slowly disappeared; accompanied along with the intensified wailing of cries from the others.

Couldn’t take it any longer, your knees buckled and you had to lean back to the wall for support.

You saw Lucifer looking down to his hand as the royal physician announced, “Time of death, 3:48 p.m.”

——

The whole kingdom went into mourning.

Condolences were expressed by the nobles and commoners alike; making you gain the strength to keep moving.

But of course, that’s only you…

You couldn’t help but worry about Lucifer and his brothers.

Although the Princes were slowly recovering from their bereavement, you could clearly see they needed more time.

But a country can’t go too long without a King to rule them. Although it wasn’t an appropriate time yet, it was the most important thing to be done; both for the kingdom and the people.

So the coronation ceremony was said to be held 3 days from now.

The attendants in the palace were very busy preparing for the ceremony and you couldn’t help but busied yourself along. Mainly due to the increasing workload and also as a coping mechanism.

…

‘Wait a minute! A coping mechanism?’

Your heart started pounding inside your chest before you stood up from your seat abruptly and went for the door.

You encountered Jean who was already there, looking troubled and restless.

“Your Highness…” Jean’s expression told you everything you need to know.

How could you be so blind?

Your mind flashed back to the scene in the King’s room yesterday.

Lucifer was wearing his unreadable masks.

He was standing tall despite having his hands trembling in fear.

He raised his voice accidentally out of fear.

He never shed tears while his brothers all cried.

He never shed tears.

Lucifer was hiding himself again.

“His Highness never left his study at all yesterday. He didn’t sleep and he hasn’t eaten anything. And he kept me out of his study today too. I’m very worried, Your Highness.”

“Do you have the key to his study?” you said, already walking towards the destination.

“I do, but I’m afraid His Highness is going to be mad if I invade his space again,” Jean said, following you along.

Those words described his effort that failed once.

“It’s alright. I’ll take full responsibility this time,” you said, fastening your pace.

——-

Click!

Lucifer clicked his tongue in annoyance. What part of wanting to be alone did his butler not understand?

The grip on his pen tightened and he looked up from the paperwork; only to see someone else walking into the room.

You were close to breaking down in tears again when you saw his condition, “Lucifer, please don’t do this.”

Something in him throbbed at the sight of you but he only felt annoyed. Furious even.

“Do what? Finishing my work like I’m supposed to?” His words were full of thorns.

“No, isolating yourself from everyone else…”

“What do you know?!”

Your breath hitched and your pupils shook with surprise.

“What do you know, huh? You’re not the one in my position! You’re not the one who constantly has to keep watching your steps! You’re not the one who always faced the public’s backlash! You’re not the one who has to keep up with the pressure set by the public! And you’re certainly not the one who just lost a family member!”

“You don’t know anything!” Lucifer lashed out.

The long silence in the room was deafening. You both stood right where you were without making a move.

Only then did he sober up and realised his mistake.

Again. He did again. He hurt you again.

Lucifer felt his throat choking on himself at the sight of your pained expression.

His mind wanted to apologise; to hold you close and tell you he didn’t mean what he said.

But his body remained stuck to his feet, refusing to move.

His mind screamed again and again.

But his heart told him he didn’t deserve you.

All you ever did was to comfort him but he had to go and lashed out at you instead.

Again, his throat threatened to constrict himself but he felt no tears forming in his eyes.

When was the last time he ever cried anyway?

Lucifer was too occupied with his thoughts and blames to even realise his masks were breaking apart for failing to keep his composure. But his focus snapped back into the present when he felt a soft touch on his hand.

Not daring to look up at you, he remained hanging his head low.

“Dear, look at me,” you said before caressing his cheek with gentle care.

You entered his vision by lifting his chin gently using your forefinger. You gave a small smile while stepping closer to him, already holding his hands and squeezing them gently for comfort

Everything you did obviously depicted the tender and loving care you had for him.

“I’m sorry if I invaded your personal space. I just want you to take a break. You didn’t sleep last night, right? And yesterday, you looked exhausted. I’m really worried about you, Dear.”

Lucifer was speechless.

“I know you didn’t mean it, so stop blaming yourself. And stop hiding yourself from me. I know I can’t be of much help to you when it comes to the country’s affairs, but at least, I want to be by your side when you need it; as your wife…”

You slowly closed your distance with him by wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him in for a hug.

“We’re husband and wife, right? We’re supposed to share our problems with each other. We’re supposed to lean on each other when we need it. We’re supposed to be the light to each other’s darkness. After all, that’s our vows. ”

“MC…”

“Dear, you should know that anyone can cry if they want to. There’s no saying that men who didn’t cry were stronger than those who did. In fact, you’re even stronger if you admit your emotional thoughts rather than suppress them. Because then, your only escape was to lash out at the ones you care about, causing you more pain.”

Your words made him feel remorse.

“I love you, Lucifer. And I won’t take your words to heart. That’s not you, I know. So please…” your grip on his waist tightened, “Please come back to me; to us. We’re all worried about you.”

Right at that moment, Lucifer felt something wet touch his cheek.

His heart screamed out in pain and ease at the same time, finally realising the last time he ever did the same thing was 17 years ago when he first faced the pressure of the political world.

How he missed this feeling.

The sensation of letting yourself free.

Why did he lock himself away again?

And why did he ever have such ideals in the first place?

And what did he do in his previous life to deserve someone like you?

Lucifer leaned down to hide his face on your shoulder, grips tightening around your back and letting himself go.

You felt his shoulders tremble and small wet spots formed on your shoulder. But no noise ever escaped him; not even a squeak or a choked breath.

But it was alright. This is all you ever wanted anyway. You just want him to stop hiding himself.

So you reached your hand out to the back of his head and massaged it softly, while your other hand drew small circles on his back.

“…’m sorry…”

“It’s alright. I understand,” you said, hands never stopping at making him comfortable.

It took him a while to calm down but you never complained. Even though your feet were starting to hurt from standing up for too long, you didn’t mutter anything.

You just gave him the comfort he needed and let him be okay at his own pace.

When he finally pulled away, you caught those subtle red eyes of his, staring tiredly at you.

You caressed his cheek, his forehead and lastly, through his hair before planting soft kisses on his forehead; both of his eyelids; the tip of his nose; his cheeks; his jaw and lastly, on his lips.

“Let’s eat something and rest for the day, okay?” you coaxed.

Lucifer only nodded slightly.

—–

Considering you sent him off early to bed, you both had dinner separately that night.

You wished for him to recover all those times he didn’t get to sleep well and just rest. That’s the best you could hope for. Because whether you both liked it or not, 2 days from now, you’d have to face the public for your coronation ceremony.

Sighing heavily, you turned to your side and relaxed as you felt the cold side of the pillow touch your cheek.

Thinking too much won’t solve the problem. And you also need to catch some Z’s since you couldn’t sleep well last night.

Pushing these thoughts to the back of your head, you closed your eyes, slowly drifting off to sleep. You only focused on that soft lavender scent of your room, making you feel more relaxed and calm.

Just as your soul felt like it was levitating, you suddenly felt a hand slide under your waist. You drew in a sharp breath and your eyes shot open before you immediately pushed off whoever the hand belonged to from your bed.

You were about to scream when you saw the familiar black and red gradient eyes glaring back at you. His black hair was dishevelled from the fall and he frowned deeply.

“Lucifer?! What the hell!” You gripped your pillow tight.

“Must you kick me that hard? It hurts, you know?”

“You scared the living crap out of me! What are you even doing in my room?! When did you get here?”

“Sorry… But can I sleep beside you for today?” Lucifer ran a hand through his hair, further disheveling it, before sitting on your bed once again.

You didn’t have the heart to reject his offer so you sighed heavily before agreeing.

He looked so much better than he did this evening and you felt yourself easing at his sight.

But you still weren’t satisfied with his answer, “How did you even get here anyway?”

Lucifer raised his eyebrow at that question, “By walking? ”

You clicked your tongue and rolled your eyes, “I mean, how did you get here without anyone asking or stopping you?”

You knew full well that knights were stationed to guard your door during the night, so his presence in your room really surprised you.

“Why would they stop me? I’m your husband. I have every right to sleep in your room if I want to.”

Good point, because you didn’t realise that’s a fact until he put it out loud.

To say you’re only flushing from his comment was an understatement, but thank goodness for the lack of light in the room. At least he couldn’t tease you if he saw how red your face had become.

“Forget it. Let’s just sleep.”

You gave some space for him to lay down and turned your back against him, still very much embarrassed with his previous comment.

Lucifer snuggled close behind your back and hid his face on your hair. His arms were back on your waist and his breath tickled your neck. You tried not to squirm from the ticklish sensation.

This is the first time you two shared this kind of intimacy but you tried not to take it the other way. He needed support and that’s what you’d give him.

You shifted and turned to face him again, lightly running your hand through his hair before kissing him on his forehead, “Good night, Lucifer.”

He pulled you closer and replied, “Good night, Love.”

——-

You couldn’t believe the man standing in front of you is the same man who was severely grieving over the death of his father three days ago.

The same man was emitting intense charisma and presence. No doubt it would make others who see him bowed down out of respect and admiration.

His princely presence made you forget the cold feet you had while standing on this stage in front of others.

It wasn’t suffocating like you originally thought it was, but more of a comforting presence.

Maybe because it’s him; it’s Lucifer and not anyone else.

‘So this is the kind of thing he’s capable of? No wonder he preferred to hide his true emotions…’

Looking back at things now, it wasn’t an easy journey.

Imagine growing up in a place where you know nothing about the royal setting. But one day, your whole life started to change. Suddenly, you had a country to rule and citizens to care for.

You might have not made it this far if it wasn’t for the support you have.

And by realising the heavy responsibilities behind this job, you couldn’t bear to think what kind of pressure Lucifer went through since he was young. He chose to hide himself, in fear of others exploiting his weakness and trying to blackmail him to get the upper hand.

But such things could only gnaw at him from the inside. The very least you could do as his wife is to soothe him and give him the comfort he needed.

You then listened attentively to the oath he took, knowing your turn was coming soon. The cold feet was slowly creeping in again and the fluttering of butterflies in your stomach made you feel sick.

It was now your turn to take the oath. You took a deep breath and started your oath-taking.

With every word you said, the heavy meaning behind it haunted you with pressure.

The responsibilities behind this seat were no joke; you knew.

But you promised to do your best.

After all, gaining the public and the nobles’ favour wasn’t an easy task too, but you proved yourself wrong by entitling yourself to this seat with their approval.

You can do this. Yes, you can.

“With this oath, I take this crown and the responsibilities behind it; for the people; for the nation; for the country; for the future.”

You felt the heavyweight of the crown on top of your head but successfully balanced it nonetheless. You then spotted Lucifer giving a small smile in your direction before extending his hand for you to take.

As soon as the royal couple finished their oath-taking, the Head of Knights, Sir Eluard led the chants, “Long live the King!”

“Long live the King!”

“Long live the King!”

“Long live the King!”

“Long live the King!”

“Long live the King!”

The hint of sadness in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed by you, so you gripped his hand and squeezed it gently for support.

Lucifer looked over to you and nodded slightly, appreciating your action before looking back to the front

The real task starts now.

——–

Despite just recovering from a mourning period, the country had to throw a celebration for the newly crowned couple.

After all, it’s a tradition that symbolises a new era of the ruling, thus should be celebrated by the whole kingdom.

Usually, when there are celebrations going on—be it the new year celebration or the winning of war celebration—the palace will still be an off-ground place for commoners.

But for exceptional celebrations like these, the palace will open its gate to all the nobles and commoners alike.

It is a time for them to have fun and celebrate with each other, after all.

Having attended a celebration party like this for the second time,—the first one was during your wedding celebration four months ago—you didn’t feel quite as nervous as the first one.

It’s times like these where your lessons with Madam Leela mattered the most, as you had to present yourself to everyone; so you have to keep your etiquette and formality in check.

Although Mammon had warned you that nobles can be pretty boring at times with their topic of discussion, you had to keep listening and make alliances with these people.

“I do hope your business runs well, Lady Grace. Maybe we can discuss further on this later? I’ll send you my invites for some tea time with me.”

“Is that so, Your Majesty? Oh! I’m so excited! I’ve been wanting to get closer to you since forever!”

You only smiled sweetly at her replies.

“My Queen,” you both turned towards the source of the call, “Excuse me, Lady Grace, for I shall take the Queen with me.”

“It’s alright, Your Majesty. I’ll take my leave now.” She performed a curtsy before running off excitedly towards the other group of ladies gathering in a corner. Bragging about her new achievement perhaps?

“Everything alright, Lucifer?”

“Yes, I just want to introduce you to–”

“Ah! The Queen! Finally, we’re able to meet each other,” a man with red hair and tan skin smiled proudly towards you.

His aura was a lot different than Lucifer and he presented himself at ease even if his name was well known across the kingdoms and empires.

You know this man all too well…

Lucifer sighed heavily, having his words cut off before he could explain further, “–The Emperor of the Western Empire.”

You couldn’t show your excitement literally so you portrayed it by giving the widest smile you’ve ever given to anyone, “A pleasure to meet you, Your Imperial Majesty.”

“Please, just call me Diavolo. Any friend of Lucifer is a friend of mine. Although, now you are more than friends.” He chuckled.

His words made you giggle along.

“I apologised for not attending your wedding ceremony the other day. I had too much work to take care of but I’m here today to give support to you two. As well as condolences for your loss.”

“It’s alright. I understand,” Lucifer replied curtly.

“I appreciate you coming here today despite your never-ending work. Thank you,” you said.

“Oh, I forgot to introduce you to my right-hand man, Grand Duke Barbatos.” Diavolo gestured to the calm man standing beside him.

“A pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty,” Barbatos bowed; to which you nodded and smiled, “Likewise.”

“Say, you used to be one of my citizens, right? Perhaps you can share some of your past worries with me? I want to gather as much concern from the public as possible.”

Ah… there’s your idol…

“I would love to, Your Imperial Majesty.”

Diavolo chuckled again, “It’s alright, you can be informal with me.”

“I possibly can’t, Your Imperial Majesty. I’m not used to this!” You felt yourself blushed a little.

“Then perhaps we should be friends as well? To ease you from it? I’m not too strict on etiquette, you know?”

You only managed to smile while trying to calm down from the excitement of meeting him.

'He’s so awesome!’

“Diavolo, thank you for coming and I hope you enjoy the party. But please excuse me, I’ll be retiring early for today. Should you be needing anything, don’t hesitate to tell my brothers,” Lucifer said after keeping his quiet for a while.

He then turned his attention to his brothers who were scattered everywhere in the ballroom; with Leviathan and Belphegor on one corner of the hall, waiting for him to leave.

It’s rude for guests to leave before the King and Queen so they’re eyeing Lucifer like an eagle, waiting for the perfect chance to leave once he stepped foot outside the ballroom.

“Of course, I hope you have a good night’s rest. I’ll keep in touch again soon.” Diavolo nodded while Barbatos bowed to you two before making their way somewhere else.

You followed him back, giving chances for Levi and Belphie to escape the party they’d been so dying to get out from.

You walked beside Lucifer and asked, “Is the Grand Duke your friend too, Lucifer?”

“Yes.”

'Hmm…?’

Your eyes might be lying but Lucifer seemed…

Angry?

“Are you alright?”

He didn’t reply.

“Are you exhausted?”

“No.”

“Then, what’s wrong? I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”

“Why don’t you ask the Emperor instead. You seem to click well with him.”

…?

'Don’t tell me…’

You bit your lower lip to stop yourself from laughing, “Are you… jealous? ”

“No.” Lucifer walked faster.

“You are , aren’t you?” You kept up with his pace while pushing that giddy feeling behind the back of your mind.

“I said no!” He turned his head away from you, refusing to make eye contact.

“Come to think of it, you were jealous during the first time we met too, right? At that café? Because you heard me praising the Emperor?” You giggled.

The look on his face during that time!

Lucifer didn’t reply. He was still avoiding your eyes but you could make out the slight pout he did when you mentioned the incident.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight.

“Really? What part of it was funny to you?” Lucifer glared, “Was it funny to know your wife made these googly-eyes at another man? Her husband’s friend? ”

“Hey! I didn’t make googly-eyes at him!”

“You did! You smiled like he’s the man who just stole your heart or something! And you didn’t even glance at me throughout your conversation!”

You should feel guilty, honestly. But, you’re more swooned than guilty at the moment. Seeing him like this made you want to tease him more.

It’s not fair when you were always the one who was teased by him. He’s too good at hiding his weaknesses so you never really had the chance to get back at him even if you want to.

This is a once in a lifetime chance!

“Dear…”

“Don’t call me with a pet name!”

“Okay, then Your Majesty?”

Lucifer shot you another glare.

You burst into another laughing fest, “Okay okay I’ll explain. In my commoner world, we call this 'fangirling’. It’s what you do when you meet your idol. I’ve always admired the Emperor, you know? Even long before I came here.”

“See? You admitted yourself that you like him!”

Wow! He’s deeper into that jealousy hole than you thought he was.

“Dear, there’s a whole lot of difference between love and admiration. Admire is what I feel towards Emperor Diavolo. I love to see him at work,” you held his gloved hand gently, “Meanwhile love is what I feel for you. Only for you. ”

Maybe he wasn’t convinced enough by your words because he hadn’t stopped frowning, but he didn’t retreat his hand away from your grasp.

“Okay look, you see how I can never get used to calling the Emperor by his name, right? Then, do you see where you stand compared to him? Hmm?” You tilted your head to enter his field of vision and gave him a cute smile.

Those tints of blush on his cheeks gave away his true feelings and you know you’ve hit the jackpot.

“You really mean it?”

“Yes, I mean it.”

He turned to look at you and pulled you close, internally apologising for the misunderstanding. Lucifer then caressed your cheek lovingly before leaning in and kissing you on your lips.

The light blush on your cheeks further proved your words to be true.

“I love you too, MC.”

His words made you grin happily but he wasn’t done with his strategy yet.

Lucifer extended his hand and tugged the loose locks of your hair to the back of your ear. He then leaned closer and whispered, “May I visit your chamber tonight?”

Thank you for following this series until the end <3

|Masterlist|

The Life of Royals - Her Hidden Colours

Genre:Fluff? I think?

Pairing:Lucifer/F!MC

Summary:When you were seven, you held a fake wedding by the swings with a kid you met at a park. You never saw your childhood ‘spouse’ again after that day. Today you received a letter summoning you to a foreign country, where your wedding to the heir to the throne twenty years ago is seen as valid. -Prompt by @/writing-prompt-s

TW: Insults and a few sentences of physical attack

Disclaimer: All the discussion about political statements in this chapter is strictly fictional and highly related to my world-building. I don’t mean to offend anybody.

|First Chapter|Previous Chapter|

The first few weeks were quite okay, you could say. Nothing major really happened. Nothing to be noted.

And your work was surprisingly easy too.

“I have to monitor the country’s finances?”

“Yes, it was under the Crown Princess’s jurisdiction. Although you still have other things to monitor, your main one is finance,” Lucifer explained.

You eyed Lucifer warily.

“What?”

“You sure you didn’t just make that one up? I mean, I’m used to handling financial stuff… And coincidentally , my main area in this seat is also about finance. Are you really sure?”

“MC, did you perhaps forget page 683 of ‘The Royal Law’, in paragraph 4 line 7–”

“You’re insane, Lucifer!” Your eyes widened.

He then broke down into a laugh before continuing, “What I’m trying to say is, I’m not making that one up. Princesses really do monitor the country’s finances. It’s because you’ll be doing the same thing once you become a Queen or Empress.”

Let’s ignore the fact that you forgot about these facts and rejoice because it’s going a lot easier for you. Say thank you to those 4 years of being an accountant!

But just as Lucifer said, there were other things you had to monitor. And thus, made you be more cautious in making decisions since they weren’t something you’re used to.

Today, you were going to accompany Lucifer to his meeting with the Heads of the Houses. He mentioned that it’d be good practice for you so you agreed to join.

It was known to you that some of the nobles still have a hard time accepting you as the Princess. And you’re pretty sure Lucifer was trying to prove a point or something by asking you to join along.

But it wasn’t just you though, all of the Princes were there too.

“We have a full house today,” Satan joked before you all entered the hall.

You took your seat beside Lucifer and Mammon and listened well to the issues discussed. You could catch up on quite a few things presented and it honestly made you feel proud.

Your lessons were really helpful.

“The issue brought up by one of the commoners in the audience hall yesterday mentioned our country’s healthcare.”

You listened intently.

“I suggest we appoint royal physicians to the commoners to ensure our country’s healthcare will be at its best,” one of the speakers suggested.

‘Hmmm…’ It seemed like a good suggestion.

But the grim look on all of the Princes’ expressions were quite obvious.

“Princess, what do you think?” Lucifer suddenly broke the silence in the meeting hall.

This caused you to startle in your seat.

For about an hour and a half of you being there, he never asked you to speak, so why the sudden change of plan?

“Umm… I do think the idea is good,” you nodded slightly, “However, I don’t think it’s wise to appoint royal physicians to treat the commoners. Because royal physicians deserve to charge their clients and patients with high prices, and commoners will not be able to pay for them. It will only cause more strain in the relationship between nobles and commoners.”

Satan, Beel and Lucifer smiled beside you.

“But what I think we should do instead, is to appoint some royal physicians to help check on our medical schools’ syllabus. Young doctors and nurses alike can learn the same syllabus as the royal physicians and thus, improving their quality of education. This way, royal physicians can keep charging their patients with high prices as they are qualified for, and also for commoners to be able to afford the same quality of healthcare at a lower price.”

A long silence commenced in the meeting hall.

'I gave the wrong answers, didn’t I…?’

You felt uneasy in your seat and started to hang your head low when Lucifer said, “I see the same thing as the Princess.”

“Royal physicians are trained with many life experiences. They are qualified and entitled to be charging their patients a higher price than normal medical doctors. If we appoint them to the commoners, they will think it’s unfair. Both for their qualifications and all their hard work over the years,” Satan explained.

The nobles all nodded and understood the final decision. Thus, agreeing to work together on finding the perfect solution for everybody.

——-

“Was I wrong? I’m so sorry! I feel like I’ve said something wrong…” You bit your lower lip nervously.

You and the Princes were walking back to your respective study when you felt the need to talk about what happened.

“No, what you said made sense actually,” Levi replied.

“Yeah, and I feel like we should start checking our hospitals’ supplies and stuff. The commoners won’t mention this to us if there’s nothing wrong,” Asmo mentioned.

“Beel, can I leave this to you?” Lucifer said.

“Of course. I’ll start checking tomorrow. I hope it’s nothing serious, though.”

Hearing their words made you sigh in relief. Then, you felt Lucifer’s hand lightly grab yours beside you. You turned your head to look over to him and witnessed his gentle smile, “Great job, MC.”

You felt your nerves die down completely after hearing his comment.

——-

You were slowly gaining the favour of the nobles with your smart thinking after that incident. But of course, not all people will like your presence, right?

“Your Highness?” Rose’s call made you look up from the logbook you’ve been studying for the past one hour.

She seemed uneasy, “Umm… I have been told that there’s a bit of trouble happening in the East Wing…”

“Trouble?”

“Lady Nara from House of Ravenour…”

“Oh? A guest? Then, bring her to my waiting room,” you said, already standing up from your seat and getting ready to meet your guest. But Rose remained standing without budging; her expression a bit remorseful.

“Rose?”

“Lady Nara was…” Rose bit her lower lips nervously before continuing her sentence.

——

Clacks of heels echoed throughout the long hallway as you remained composed after hearing your maid’s statement. Rose and your knights followed you closely, equally worried about your next action.

You smirked slowly while your feet still caught up to the pace you’ve set.

“Lady Nara was apprehended by the palace knights because she was throwing insults to Your Highness… She also trespassed into the palace grounds and demanded to see you…”

You’ve reached your destination within a few minutes.

“Unhand me!” You heard.

“Miss! This is the palace ground, and your actions are considered a felony! You deserved to be put on trial with your actions!”

“I didn’t do anything! I was just telling that woman to stay in her lane!”

Hearing another insult left her mouth, the knights were ready to throw her in the dungeon when–

“Stand down.”

All movements halted.

“Your Highness–”

“It’s alright. Lady Nara is a lady from a prestigious house. Such acts were not necessary to apprehend her,” you approached the scene calmly, “And she is still my guest so please do not harm her.”

You stood before her and saw the knights slowly releasing her at your order. You extended your hand to the lady, “Are you alright, Miss?”

But that didn’t help die down the hatred in her eyes because she started attacking you.

Already guessing her next move, you instinctively moved to your side, failing whatever feeble attempt she tried to do to you.

Quick to their feet, the knights swiftly apprehended and handcuffed her.

Insulting is one thing, but trying to attack a royal family is a serious act of crime.

“It was because of you!” the lady shouted while glaring with bitter hatred, “His Highness is the love of my life! I’ve been dreaming of becoming the Princess since I was little! This is my dream! My life! I’m the one who was supposed to wear that dress! I’m the one who was supposed to be standing at your place! I’m the one who was supposed to be dancing that dance! Not you! Not your lowly commoner self!”

“I bet His Highness didn’t even love you! You’re just here acting as a puppet for His Highness to grab the public’s heart. You’re nothing!” she spat.

You only smiled cunningly.

“Miss,” you said with eyes that could kill, “I know where I belong. I know my place. And I certainly respect all the nobles. But if this is the kind of act a lady from the most prestigious House in the Eastern Kingdom do,” you leaned closer, “Then, it’s no doubt for your seat to be taken by a commoner like me.”

The heavy words slapped her harder than any physical attack would ever do.

The tension in the air was heavy and thick. But the knights present discovered a new fact.

'Their mistress is not someone to be messed with.’

You may look docile and passive, but you certainly were not naïve.

And Lady Nara certainly wasn’t aware of the strong support you have in the royal family. Especially your good relationship with Lucifer.

Speaking of the devil, the knights paled up when they saw you—or more accurately, the person standing behind you.

“How dare you! You don’t have the right to say that to me! I’m a noble! You’re just a commoner! You don’t deserve to be here! Go back to that dirty hole you’ve crept from!”

“Clearly trying to negotiate and settle things peacefully wasn’t an option,” you sighed and shook your head, “Bring her out. And ban her from stepping into this place ever again.”

“No, throw her in the dungeon.”

You snapped your head to look over your back, surprising yourself to see Lucifer. The expression on his face was something you’d never seen before.

Disgust. Resentment. Rage.

“This is a serious act of crime. I might punish you to be executed if you’re not careful.”

No wonder the knights were alarmed in the first place.

“And let’s see who your father will save. You, or your family’s title.”

“No! Wait! Forgive me, Your Highness! I didn’t mean it!”

But it was pointless because Lucifer didn’t bat an eye in her direction any longer. The main objective in his mind was to make sure you’re okay.

“Love…” Lucifer grabbed your hand and squeezed it, observing your reaction for any disappointment on the lady’s hurtful comments. He felt himself heaved a sigh of relief when he noticed you didn’t take whatever madness the lady was spewing into heart.

Turning his head, he witnessed the knights who were pulling the lady to the dungeon while she still screamed for forgiveness.

“Isn’t your punishment too harsh? I mean, she’s just blinded by jealousy…”

“Serves her right. No one berates my wife like that.” Lucifer instinctively pulled you closer by your waist, ignoring the staring eyes of your maid and his knights who were not involved in apprehending Lady Nara.

“I didn’t realise His Highness is sought after by women all across the nation,” you joked, slightly pulling yourself away from his grasp.

“Are you jealous?”

“Jealous? Nah…” you giggled, already walking away to continue your work, “I grew up in a place where people glorify you for every single thing you do. I’m immune to your charm.”

“Hmm… bold words coming from a person who embroidered a royal emblem for me.”

Several sharp gasps were heard from the people around you, including Rose. “Your Highness…!” She covered her mouth with her hand, completely shocked by her mistress’ bold action.

You felt your whole body heated up from his comments and the stares from his knights.

Wanting no longer to be teased by Lucifer, you quickly left for your study, knowing full well he was giving you a smug grin behind your back.

——-

The problem with the House of Ravenour was solved almost immediately the next day.

Lady Nara profusely apologised to you and Lucifer for her behaviour. Even the Head of the House shamefully bowed down to you.

“I apologised for my daughter’s disgraceful actions, Your Highnesses. I beg you, please do not punish my daughter. She is my one and only butterfly. My remaining life after my wife passed away… I beg you, Your Highnesses.”

Lucifer, of course, didn’t show any regret in making his decision but he knew you were the one who had to make the last call. So he didn’t interfere and gave you a chance to handle it.

“At ease, Lord Andreas, Lady Nara.”

Lucifer only eyed you while you continued.

“I accept your apologies. However, should such actions be done against me or anyone else around me again, I will not hesitate to exile the entire House of Ravenour from this country.”

Upon hearing the less harsh punishment but the most shameful of all, they bowed deeply, thanking you and promising to never cross the line again.

“You can leave,” Lucifer ordered coldly.

After finding the audience hall empty again—except for several knights keeping guard and Lucifer’s secretary standing not too far away from him—he turned his attention back to you.

“You’re too kind for your own good.”

You only smiled, “My dad once told me, if you treat people with kindness–”

“–then people will be kind to us too, yes I remember that. But they’ll definitely ridicule you again should you be too soft in your punishment.”

“Lucifer,” you grabbed his gloved hand, “Being kind and letting people step all over you is different. That one is me showing my compassion, the next one is me setting my boundaries. I doubt Lady Nara will do it again.” You pressed your lips together to hide the smirk that threatened to emerge.

“And, at least now I have some good favour among the nobles.” You winked playfully.

No words could describe how proud Lucifer felt right at that moment. Seeing you refusing to back down and succumb to the nobles’ pressure made him fall for you even more.

The pride in him only increased day by day when he watched you in action. What was he so worried about in the first place?

But one thing is for sure.

He didn’t regret going so far to make you his.

Focusing back on the issue at hand, the hearing of problems and concerns from the public continued.

Everything went smooth and with your presence beside him, Lucifer didn’t seem too stressed even though the hearing for the day was longer than usual.

It was the last hearing before Lucifer had another meeting to attend, so he leaned back comfortably and sat through the concern presented by the Head of Psychology Department from one of the biggest universities in the kingdom.

“Our data has shown quite a shocking increase in the number of phone calls for some counselling sessions with our psychiatrists these past few months. I believe it’s going to keep increasing due to the news about our border.”

Her words rendered Lucifer speechless. He then turned his attention to you, who was still sitting calmly in your seat.

The discussion he had with you two days ago flashed back into his mind.

.

“Lucifer, are we going to war or something?”

He looked up from Levi’s report file and replied, “Not really. But the situation at the border is a bit concerning…”

“No wonder… I saw you allocated more of our money to the national security and defence force.” You nodded your head without looking up from the logbook on your hand.

“But I have to say, we need to pay extra attention to our people. If news regarding our security at the border spreads throughout the country, which I think it already has, they will feel more anxious about their safety. My concern is the villagers near the border. They won’t move even if we ask them to, so more armies should be stationed over there, right?”

“Yes, that is my plan.”

“But the more frequent they see armies patrolling the area, the more stressed they’ll become… I think we need to allocate a bit more of our funds to the National Psychology Unit. And maybe have a team specified to help calm them down so they can go about with their daily life in ease?”

.

Wow…

“I have allocated some of our funds to the National Psychology Unit, although it still wasn’t discussed in the Court yet. But I’ll look into this matter more. Rest easy, your concern is valid and we will take action,” Lucifer said.

“Thank you so much, Your Highnesses.” She bowed deeply before leaving the audience hall.

Still a bit amazed by the future Queen’s smart thinking, he extended his hand for you to grab; which you did as he gave you a side hug.

“MC.”

“Yes?”

“You never fail to surprise me. Excellent work, Love.” Lucifer cupped your cheek and ran his thumb on your cheek as a form of affection.

If you both weren’t in public, Lucifer would probably kiss you right now because of your cute flustered face.

——-

People said when you are busy yourself, you won’t notice how fast time flies.

And that saying is true because you didn’t even realise you’ve made your public debut for almost four months now, due to the amount of work you had.

Everything was going well.

You started gaining the nobles’ trust one by one, and the public was very fond of your caring traits toward them.

And as for your relationship with Lucifer?

It has gotten even stronger.

If the old Lucifer refused to show his true self to anyone—even to his brothers—now, he’s more at ease with the ones he trusts. He wasn’t afraid of asking for help and guidance should he feel the need for one.

An excellent progress if you ask me…

You smiled to yourself as you fastened your pace to Lucifer’s study. Wanting to see him for a work-related matter, you told your intention to Jean before he went inside the room to inform him of your arrival.

“Let her in.” You heard him say.

“This way, Your Highness.”

“Thank you, Jean.” You gave a smile towards the butler.

Sitting behind his desk, Lucifer was still finishing his paperwork with a grim expression. He looked really tired.

“Can I help you, MC?”

“I just want to discuss the issue with our healthcare services, but…”

Lucifer looked up from his work only to see you smiling softly at him.

He really did look exhausted. Almost as if he’s ready to collapse anytime soon.

“Jean, could you please leave the room for a while?” You ordered.

“As you wish, Your Highness.”

Hearing the door click behind you, you took this chance to approach him and stood by his side.

Instantly, Lucifer linked his arms around your waist and pulled you closer before hiding his face on your body, basking in your comfort and presence.

Smiling a little, you ran your fingers through his hair, “Rough day?”

“Hmm…”

“You want to take a break?”

Pulling away, he looked up to you and nodded.

You lead him to one of the couches in his study and sit beside him, your hand never leaving his.

Lucifer rested his head on your shoulder and intertwined his fingers to yours. He pulled your hand to observe the shiny wedding ring on your finger, still feeling the intense pride whenever he saw it.

“Was everything okay at the meeting hall earlier?”

“Not really.” Lucifer sighed heavily.

You patted his head gently and told him to rest for as long as he wanted.

“Thank you, Love.”

You gave the crown of his head a soft kiss before offering, “Want to lay down on my lap?”

But Lucifer smirked instead, “I never thought you’re bolder than you already are.”

“I was just trying to make you rest comfortably!”

“Okay, okay. Sorry, I’ll stop teasing you.” He chuckled.

Lucifer let loose completely and rested his head on your lap, feeling rather sleepy when you played with his hair like this, “How was your day, Love?”

“Normal. It was okay, but the issue with the hospitals’ supplies still worries me. Beel reported that only a few of the hospitals are in need of more funds but I feel like I should go there myself. I sent in a request for more funds, thus why I’m here to meet you. I need your signature.”

“Alright, I’ll get back to it,” Lucifer wanted to sit back up but you stopped him, “No, it’s fine. That can wait. I just want you to rest now. You’ve been working so hard lately. Don’t force yourself too much.”

“Happy to know someone’s worried about me,” he sighed contently, “But don’t worry, I’m used to this.”

“Okay, get some rest now Mr Used-To-This…” you giggled.

Nothing beats letting yourself loose after a tiring day of work.

Nothing beats having a nap for a few minutes after several days of not sleeping comfortably.

Nothing beats having the person you love sitting close to you and giving you comfort when you need it the most.

But the peace wasn’t for long before Jean frantically swung open the door without knocking, “Apologies Your Highness!”

He looked really pale as he eyed you two, “His Majesty! His Majesty is…”

This alarmed you both as you two quickly stood up from your seat and made your way to the King’s Palace, followed by a panicky Jean behind you two.

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The Life of Royals - My Vows to You

Genre:Fluff

Pairing:Lucifer/F!MC

Summary:When you were seven, you held a fake wedding by the swings with a kid you met at a park. You never saw your childhood ‘spouse’ again after that day. Today you received a letter summoning you to a foreign country, where your wedding to the heir to the throne twenty years ago is seen as valid. -Prompt by @/writing-prompt-s

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Lucifer straightened his tie and looked over to his reflection in the mirror.

It’s been a long time since he saw himself smile like this.

A genuine smile.

Not the fake, composed smile he kept plastered to his face whenever he presented himself in front of others.

But the inner peace he felt quickly broke when Asmo yet again babbled behind him, “You should’ve seen her, Lucifer! She’s so beautiful!”

Lucifer inhaled deeply before turning his attention to the fifth born who was excitedly talking about your dress.

Asmo took it upon himself to visit you before coming to Lucifer’s room, so he had the chance to witness your beauty in your wedding dress before anyone else. But not too long after, he got kicked out by your maids because he was overly excited.

“Like, I know wedding dresses are supposed to be glorious but this time, it’s like angels themselves sewed the dress and decorated it with sparkles!”

“Asmo, if you don’t shut up for one second! ”

Is Lucifer jealous? A little bit.

“Aww, come on! I’m sure you’re excited too, right?” Asmo wiggled his eyebrow teasingly.

But before those two could continue their banter, Jean knocked on Lucifer’s door and peeked into the room, “Your Highness, I’m here to inform you that the special guests arrived safely. They are in Her Highness’s room as we speak.”

Lucifer let himself smile before hearing Jean continue, “Her Highness likes it very much. She told me to relay a thank you to Your Highness.”

He nodded and dismissed Jean to continue with his work.

“Who are the special guests, Lucifer?” Asmo asked.

“Her family.”

—–

You let your tears flow as you hugged those familiar figures tightly. How you’ve missed them so much.

With restricted communication throughout these three months, you barely knew what happened to your family.

“Come on now, don’t cry. You’ll ruin your makeup.”

“Yeah sis, you’re dressed beautifully only to have your makeup ruined? What a shame…”

“My daughter is so beautiful… You’ve grown up now…”

“You’ll be watching me today, right?” You gave them a smile.

“Of course, we will. Don’t worry, we’re here for you.”

You were thankful.

Thankful for your family’s understanding.

Thankful for their safety.

Thankful for Lucifer’s actions.

About 15 minutes after being left alone for the reunion with your family, Marie came into your room to inform you that they’d have to start reapplying your makeup and put the dress on because the ceremony was about to begin.

You bade your family goodbye as Jean led them to the wedding hall.

—–

Everything was white; pure; free from stain.

Innocence; is how you describe him when you first saw him twenty years ago.

Simplicity; is how you describe the relationship you two shared as a child.

A fresh start; is what you’re hoping to achieve after reuniting with him three months ago.

The new beginning; the new chapter of your life; the new family you’ll have.

It was arranged for you to walk down the aisle with his brothers, starting with Belphie and Beel as the youngest.

You linked both your arms with Beel and Belphie as they assisted you with smiles on their faces.

“Please take care of my brother, MC,” Beel said while still looking upfront.

“And do tell us if he’s hurting you. We’ll throw some punches on his face should he do that.” Belphie chuckled.

You remembered the warm hug Beel gave you in the garden while you were still sobbing.

You remembered the gentle way he persuaded you to take breaks and have some snacks with him.

You remembered the gentle pats on your head as Belphie wiped your tears with his handkerchief.

You remembered the teasing he did while securing your hold on the horse to make sure you don’t fall while horse riding.

“Thank you Beel, Belphie.”

They passed you to Satan and Asmo who’s also giving you a gentle smile. You linked your arms around theirs and continued your journey.

“Sorry for interrupting your first kiss with Lucifer. But you can have one later, right? Just tell that pompous peacock to lay off my back already.” Satan sighed.

“You look absolutely gorgeous, MC. Lucifer is so lucky to have an amazing bride like you. And I’m lucky too~ I get to have a great sister,” Asmo joyfully stated.

You remembered the night Satan showed you the video clip of the royal wedding in the library, along with his advice and words of encouragement.

You remembered the further explanation and tutoring he gave every weekend.

You remembered Asmo’s kind words when you first arrived at this palace, helping you be at ease and making you feel welcome.

You remembered how he helped you practise for your dance by being your dancing partner every day, along with some tips and comments on how to improve.

“Thank you, Satan, Asmo.”

And they finally passed you to the oldest pair of the six, one was very composed while the other was close to breaking down in tears.

Which one is which? We’ll find out in the next paragraphs.

“I… I can’t believe it… My older brother… is… is now married? And… And I have… a sister…?” Mammon sniffled.

“It’s not new, Mammon! Why are you like this?” Levi sighed, “Anyway, congrats on this ceremony. And congrats too for melting that ice-cold heart. We may not be present on your first one, but we’re all here to witness you for today. So don’t be afraid.”

You remembered Mammon’s initiative to take you around the palace for a tour, introducing you to several places and making you feel less anxious about the massive palace ground.

You remembered his detailed explanations and instructions on how to run away from your maids should you feel the need to take a break.

You remembered the slow warm-up you had with Levi, which soon turned out to be the best friendship you’ve ever had.

You remembered when he took one whole day to explain to you about the hidden meanings of every action that nobles could do; to save you from being humiliated should they dare to do such things to you.

“Thank you, Mammon, Levi.” You gave them all a smile.

Turning your attention back to the front, you saw Simeon with the most joyful expression you’ve ever seen on a priest.

And to his left, was Lucifer, who’s standing proudly with eyes as gentle as snow when they fell upon your figure.

You started climbing the stairs carefully, grabbing the hem of your dress to avoid stepping on the glittery fabric and risking the possibility of tripping in front of these crowds.

You took the hand Lucifer extended to you and squeezed it gently, finding support in him. He reciprocated the action and you saw his sincere smile for once.

How beautiful.

This man in front of you is beautiful.

The man you’ve come to learn.

The man you’ve come to trust.

The man you’ve come to love.

A rocky start; that’s the phrase to describe your whole relationship with him. Be it twenty years ago or three months ago, both Lucifer didn’t seem to have good chemistry with you.

Or so you thought.

With great communication and understanding, you’ve come to learn that he was only trying his best.

With great time spent together, you’ve come to trust the so-called Ice Cold Prince of the Eastern Kingdom.

With great evaluation and observation, you’ve come to love Lucifer, both as the Prince and as himself.

Eyeing your family sitting on the front rows of the seat and the King who’s sitting on his throne at the right side of the hall, you turned your attention back to Simeon.

“We’ll read the vows now.”

Vows, huh?

.::.

“So, how exactly are we doing this again?” Lucifer asked.

“To be honest, I don’t really know. They just said their promises while holding each others’ hands.” You shrugged.

You took Lucifer’s hands to yours.

“Then, let’s say our promises,” you started, “I promise to meet you here again tomorrow. And after tomorrow. And the day after that and also every other day!”

.::.

“I pledge to honour you, love you and cherish you as my husband today and every day.”

.::.

“Oh! And I also promise to be your friend for the rest of my life. You’re really funny.” You laughed.

.::.

“I promise to be your guiding light in the darkness, a warming comfort in the cold, and a shoulder to lean on when life is too much to bear on your own.”

.::.

“I also promise to bring you to that ice cream shop again. Their ice creams are delicious, right?”

.::.

“Today, surrounded by all of our loved ones, I choose you to be my husband. I am proud to be your wife and to join my life with yours. I vow to support you, inspire you, and love you always. For as long as we both shall live, I will be by your side—for better or worse, in sickness and health, for richer or poorer. You are my one and only, today and every day.”

.::.

“I also promise to meet you here again tomorrow. And every day after that,” Lucifer started.

.::.

“Forever with you will not be enough, but from this day forward, I vow to make the most of every moment we share together.”

.::.

“I promise to be your friend too. And I hope to bring you back to my home one day, you’ll love it!”

“Wow! Really? You’d bring me there?” You beamed.

Lucifer smiled and nodded.

.::.

“Today I join my life to yours, not simply as your husband, but as your friend, your lover, and your biggest supporter. Let me be the shoulder you lean on and the companion of your life.”

.::.

“And I promise to bring more money so we can eat all the ice cream we want!” Lucifer cheered.

.::.

“You have taught me that two people joined together with respect, trust, and open communication can be far stronger and happier than each could ever be alone. You are the strength I didn’t know I needed and the joy that I didn’t know I lacked. Today, I choose to spend the rest of my life with you.”

You felt a tear drop down to your cheek as you stared lovingly into his eyes.

Who would’ve thought that greeting the lonely kid by the swings had been one of the biggest turning points of your life?

“As the High Priest, I lend my power to bless this royal wedding. May we witness another great era ruled by compassionate rulers and witness the new young intelligent rulers in the future.” Simeon handed the rings to you two as you exchanged them with each other.

Simeon continued, “You may now kiss the bride.”

Lucifer gently cupped your cheek and slowly leaned in, “We couldn’t finish this the other day. Let’s hope no one interrupts us this time.”

You grinned happily and leaned closer, finally closing the distance between you two.

Cheers filled both the hall and the outside, as people gathered to witness the ceremony on the LED display screens placed outside the palace. Reporters alike started broadcasting the scenes to their respective news channels and tons of confetti were thrown everywhere.

The King then stood up from his seat and walked up the stage towards the couple, signalling the time for the next event; the blessing by the current ruler of the Kingdom.

He stood in front of you two and placed his hands on top of your head and Lucifer’s as you two kneeled down.

“I give my blessing and prayers for the Crown Prince and the Crown Princess. May you live your life in joy, alongside each other.”

Another cheer filled the whole room.

“Be happy, my child,” the King said, before turning his attention to you, “And please support my son as you do now. I believe you are the best thing to have happened in his life.”

“I will do, Your Majesty.” You bowed deeply, showing the utmost respect to the King.

—–

Thunderous claps were heard after you finished the last step of your dance; being ever so graceful, just like Madam Leela taught you. And you’re honestly really satisfied with your performance this time around.

After performing a curtsy to the crowd, you found Lucifer standing beside you and giving yet another smile. You wished to treasure today as it is one of the rarest days where you saw Lucifer lay off his princely mask and be himself for once.

He pulled you away from the centre of the hall and back to the stage where you both took your seats on your thrones beside the King and the Princes.

The guests were now preparing for their turns to give their congrats and blessings to the new couple.

“You did a great job,” Lucifer said.

“Thank you,” you intertwined your hand with his, “And thank you for bringing my family here today.” The feeling of the cold metal ring on your ring finger made your heart swell with happiness.

But observing the unfamiliar faces around the hall made it harder to breathe somehow.

Because your job as a Princess starts now.

You must have looked disturbed for a moment because you felt Lucifer’s forefinger pull your chin up and said, “You are the official Crown Princess now.”

You found yourself smiling again to reassure him you’re fine.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be here with you all the time,” Lucifer stated, “Because that is my vow to you.”

I died out of loneliness while writing this chapter :‘3 Where’s my version of Lucifer, HUH??

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The Life of Royals - Teamwork Makes the Dream Works

Genre:Fluff

Pairing:Lucifer/F!MC

Summary: When you were seven, you held a fake wedding by the swings with a kid you met at a park. You never saw your childhood ‘spouse’ again after that day. Today you received a letter summoning you to a foreign country, where your wedding to the heir to the throne twenty years ago is seen as valid. -Prompt by @/writing-prompt-s

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The royal physician had informed your current condition the next morning to Lucifer and it eased him to know you’re doing better. So when Lucifer stopped by your room, you were already back to your usual self; bright and colourful.

Although you seemed to not like it when he visited you.

“Your Highness!”

“Did you perhaps lose your memories?”

“No! I mean! I’m still in my nightwear!”

Lucifer didn’t see the problem, “And…?”

But your only response was to stutter incoherently before kicking him out of the room.

He didn’t understand why you’d be ashamed of what you’re wearing. It was only your usual silk knee-length nightgown.

And he’s your husband. So what’s the problem?

“Your Highness, Her Highness wished for you to visit again after she has finished changing her attire,” Rose relayed your message.

It only made him frown before complying with your request.

If you’re not comfortable with him yet, he won’t force you.

——

Knowing you’re doing okay, he made his way to the meeting hall with a small smile.

Considering he didn’t entertain any questions from the Heads of the Houses yesterday, Lucifer predicted he’s going to have a very stressful day today.

Sure enough, the nobles could guess by now what the Crown Princess’s identity was since none of their daughters had been chosen to be wed to Lucifer. And there was no news of marriage delegation from any foreign countries either.

“A commoner, Your Highness? Please rethink your decision! Your Highness has a lot of other better options!”

“I doubt the public will take it kindly, Your Highness.”

“Your Highness, this is a crucial matter to be taken! We are speaking about the pure blood of the royal family!”

“Enough!” Lucifer stood up from his seat, “This is my decision and it is final! I don’t know if you haven’t noticed this yet, but commoners are still our people! Our citizens! I don’t know what makes you think you’re all above them when they are the ones who pay for your salary!

Their taxes, their manpower, their ideas, their contribution! All of them are our support! How long should we be blinded by titles and ranks when we can’t even live without them?

It’s time to change. Let their voices be heard and let them know they’re appreciated.

I doubt they’re gonna protest against this decision. With a commoner being a ruler, wouldn’t that make them feel at ease? Knowing they have someone who understands their pain and suffering? Their worries and anxiety for their future?”

Lucifer continued, “Take the Western Empire for an example. They listen to their people and look how far they’ve gone.”

Some of the nobles weren’t really against Lucifer’s decision but after hearing that, they were more than convinced to accept their new ruler.

“What about His Majesty? Did His Majesty approve of the Princess?”

“Yes, His Majesty did.”

And with that statement, the nobles knew they could no longer object to Lucifer’s decision.

——-

“How’s MC’s condition?” Lucifer asked Jean while still going through the paperwork.

“Unfortunately, Her Highness’s condition isn’t as good as this morning. But rest easy, Your Highness. The royal physician had been monitoring Her Highness since then. She is currently resting as we speak.”

Lucifer’s mood went down the drain yet again.

“Jean… do you think I made the right decision?”

It wasn’t every day for Lucifer to be indecisive and pondering about the decision he took. Yet, he somehow felt the need to be reassured right now.

The poor eldest of the seven faced too many obstacles and challenges, even during his early stages of life.

He didn’t know how to confide in his brothers, or his father, or to you.

He was used to keeping it all by himself.

He was used to being the one who hurt the most.

He was used to being misunderstood by others just to prevent them from getting hurt by the cruel truth.

It was this trait of Lucifer’s that made Jean worried. He had been taking care of the Crown Prince since he was a baby.

Lucifer was his Master, his brother and his friend.

“Your Highness, in my humble opinion, I sincerely think your decision is the best. His Majesty had been dreaming of forming a bridge between the nobles and commoners since long ago.”

“But, I’m going to hurt her, right? I’m exposing her to this dirty political world…”

“From what I’ve observed since Her Highness came into this palace, she is very strong. I doubt she’d crumble from the pressure.”

“But she broke down in her first week!”

“Your Highness, have you stopped to think that it’s because it was you?”

Lucifer looked up from his work in confusion.

But Jean only smiled before continuing, “Your Highness is the only person Her Highness truly knows in this foreign place. You two had dinner every day; you were bonded by a valid marriage; you were childhood friends even though it wasn’t for long. Don’t you think Her Highness trusts you the most?”

Lucifer let Jean’s words sink into his mind.

“I may not be an expert when it comes to relationships, but if my partner is disappointed in me, it’d definitely hurt more than having the others be disappointed in me.” Jean smiled again.

“Jean, you don’t think she…”

“As I said, I am not an expert, but in my point of view, Her Highness definitely did.”

‘She trusted you… As her husband.’

Jean’s words made Lucifer hide his lips using the back of his hand while miserably trying to hide his blushing face.

——–

You were recovering slowly and after two days, you had fully recovered. You bid your thanks to the physician for her help and also to your maids. You also apologised for the reckless behaviours that lead you to pass out from overworking in the first place.

“We were very worried when Jean told us about you. It made us feel guilty for leaving you alone in His Highness’s waiting room,” Rose said.

“We hope you listen to our advice after this and take care of your health more. There’s nothing more we want than to see Your Highness in your usual healthy self,” Marie added.

“I’m sorry for causing trouble to you two…”

Hearing their explanations made you more guilty. You didn’t only cause trouble for your maids, but also to Lucifer, Jean and the other attendants.

You were supposed to try on your wedding dress yesterday but because of your fever, you couldn’t and it hindered the progress of the ceremony.

You even received a get well soon gift from the King’s attendants even though he was also sick. Not to mention, the Princes were always asking about your condition time and time again, until Lucifer banned them from stepping into a 2km radius from your bedroom.

‘I need to apologise to all of them’

——–

“Please come in, Your Highness.” Jean led the way before closing the door before you.

It was the second time you stepped inside Lucifer’s study, yet the exquisite environment around it didn’t fail to amaze you. The furniture, the bookshelves, the fireplace. Even his massive mahogany desk emitted its own aura.

This whole place gave off Lucifer’s charismatic presence and you’re not even sure why.

Maybe because this place is the witness of Lucifer’s ups and downs.

The place where Lucifer’s princely side intensified.

And the place where Lucifer’s true side showed itself once in a while.

“Is everything alright, MC? You said you want to talk?” Lucifer finally spoke, snapping you from your thoughts.

“Ah, yes! I actually want to give you something,” You approached him, “I’m not sure if you’ll like it but I spent my free time embroidering this for you. I’m not even sure if you will actually use it but I hope–”

“Wait. What did you say?”

“ I’m not sure if you will use it? ”

“No, before that. After this question about me not liking it or something.”

“ I spent my free time embroidering– ”

“You what?!” Lucifer stood up from his seat abruptly.

He then walked towards you with rage clearly depicted on his face. You took a step back instinctively, trying to distance yourself from him.

“You spent your free time when you should have been resting, to do what…?”

“I was just trying to give you something…” you meekly said.

“Jean!”

Upon hearing his master’s order, he left the room, silently praying for his mistress.

“I… I made this for you…?” you gave the handkerchief.

You could feel Lucifer’s anger slowly dissipate when he saw your gift. So you took this chance to explain, “Madam Leela showed me how to embroider the Houses’ emblem. So I want to give you your family’s emblem as a gift. It’s a thank you gift for all your help and hospitality throughout my stay. And I’m really thankful you gave me the chance to learn embroidery. I love it!”

Seeing Lucifer still admiring your handwork, you continued, “It isn’t too bad, right? Oh! And my favourite part is this shield over here! But this little black lion by the shield was really difficult. I almost–oof!”

You were cut off when you felt him pulling you into a hug. His grips on your back and the back of your head were very tight and you noticed the subtle trembling from him.

'Lucifer? What’s wrong…?’

You were too concerned to even be embarrassed by the fact that it was the first time you two hugged. You didn’t know what to do so put your arms around his back and offer whatever comfort you could give at the moment.

“MC?”

“Yes?”

Lucifer pulled back and cupped your cheek gently, “Can I kiss you?”

Your eyes widened with shock and you felt your face become coloured after hearing his statement, but he wasn’t kidding.

The look on his face didn’t display any uncertainty.The stare he gave you was full of passion.And his voice didn’t waver from any hints of doubt when he said it out loud.

He leaned closer, “Can I?”

With your heart pounding loudly inside your chest, you felt yourself leaning closer and slowly closing your eyes, giving him the non-verbal consent.

The only sound you heard was the beating of your heart. Not even the loud crackling fire beside you registered to your mind.

The only thought you had in mind was Lucifer. His cologne, his height, the perfect shape of his lips.

Your lips were brushing against each other when–

“Your Highness! Wait! Don’t go in yet!”

“Nonsense Jean, we’re just trying to give our report.”

“Yeah! We’ll be quick.”

The door to Lucifer’s study creaked open, revealing Belphie and Satan, who were equally shocked at the scene as much as you two.

Belphie then closed the door slowly, “Yeah, maybe Jean was right.”

You really wanted to dig a hole and hide for all eternity now.

“Belphegor! Satan!”

Of course, those two were already running as fast as they could from the scene.

Please expect the next scene to be Jean chastising the three princes for hours on their improper behaviour on the palace grounds after Lucifer spent a whole 10 minutes chasing after the two.

——

“Stop talking about that! It wasn’t funny!” You were flustered.

“It is, though.” Levi and Asmo laughed. Beel also politely joined.

“I didn’t know why it happened! It just happened! I’m so embarrassed!” You hid your face using your hands while the three princes were still laughing.

“But seriously, what did you give Lucifer? It’s rare for him to break character,” Asmo asked.

“I embroidered the royal emblem on a handkerchief for him…”

This seemed to shock those three as they exchanged quick glances before Beel said, “Do you know what that means?”

“It didn’t have any meaning anymore, right? Madam Leela mentioned the practice behind embroidering was only relevant a long time ago.”

“Yeah, but that’s for the Houses ’ emblem. But not for the Royal emblem,” Levi explained.

“Wait what? Then what’s the meaning behind it?” You began panicking.

“It means 'Be my spouse’.” Asmo giggled.

…?

“It was used by the royal family actually. We gave the ones who we were interested in marrying a handkerchief embroidered with a royal emblem. It’s not an invitation, but more of an order.” Beel smiled.

“So what you did just now was asking Lucifer to be your spouse,” Levi shrugged, “But that wasn’t new information anyway, so I guess you’re fine. It’s just that your action made you seem more assertive in your relationship. No big deal.”

No wonder the reaction from him!

“Hey hey, can’t we have one too? Not with a royal emblem though, just one with our name? Please~” Asmo pouted.

“Asmo, don’t force MC to do things for you,” Beel said.

“It’s fine! I can definitely do that. But I can’t promise it’ll finish anytime soon, so could you wait a little bit?”

“Yeay!” Asmo cheered.

“You’re sure about this? You just recovered from your fever.” Levi frowned.

“It’s fine. It’s the least I can do for your help since I’ve been here. I’m sorry too for causing so much trouble to you all.” You gave them all a sincere smile.

“But don’t force yourself, okay? And take care of your health too.”

“I will. Thank you all!”

——-

How fast time flies.

It is now a day before the ceremony.

Most of the guests for the ceremony were already here in the Eastern Kingdom. And every preparation was going smoothly.

True to Lucifer’s prediction, the public took the news positively. There were some of them who even sent you early wedding gifts.

The reporters and paparazzi all around the world were turning their attention to the mysterious couple. Only your name was known but not your picture.

However, some reporters managed to dig your private social media accounts and got ahold of your pictures. They even started writing articles about you and their guesses on how Lucifer and you met.

Lucifer was quick to think, so he sent many bodyguards to guard your family against those nosy reporters. They were the ones under extreme pressure after your pictures were illegally released.

You were also very worried about your family’s safety but Lucifer assured you that he took care of everything.

Heaven prays for those who illegally spread your pictures… They’re now facing Lucifer’s wrath.

So now, you’re greeting every guest that visited the palace with Lucifer.

“MC, meet the High Priest, Priest Simeon.” Lucifer introduced you to Simeon.

You bowed slightly, giving respect while Simeon only smiled.

He looked very young to be a High Priest…?

But you read about this, about him; the youngest priest to ever be awarded as High Priest.

“I can finally meet the Princess who won our Lucifer’s heart,” Simeon said.

'Our…?’

“Simeon is my friend. In fact, he was once a citizen from this country,” Lucifer explained.

“I see.” You smiled and nodded.

“I still remember receiving his letter a year ago. My goodness! It was really shocking. But I understand his situation.”

Simeon’s words made you frown in confusion but you quickly controlled your facial expression and looked over to Lucifer for an explanation.

“Please excuse us, for we need to be somewhere else. Enjoy the stay and let me know if you need anything,” Lucifer quickly interrupted before pulling you closer by the waist and walking away.

You looked back at Simeon who’s still smiling and bowing slightly so you nodded your head in response.

You then turned your attention to Lucifer, “What was that? And why are you in a rush? What does he mean about the letter?”

“Nothing to worry about, MC.”

“Lucifer!”

He stopped walking.

“MC, let’s talk in my waiting room, not here.” He resumed his walking.

——

“Now will you please tell me about this?” You took a seat in front of him with a slight frown on your face.

“Simeon is the one who validates our marriage.”

“What?” The world came crashing down upon you, “I thought you mentioned it was the Court?”

“No, Simeon’s authority exceeds the Court’s authority.”

You felt betrayed.

“Why didn’t you tell me…?”

“Because it’s not important for you to know.”

You felt deceived.

“So, it was only after a year ago that you decided you want me as your wife?”

Lucifer didn’t reply.

You felt wronged.

“Lucifer… why?”

He hung his head low, never wanting to show you his pathetic self.

The tension in the air was thick and you were close to breaking down in tears.

“What else are you hiding from me?”

Lucifer only gripped his fist tightly, mouth still shut and never speaking. Only when you sniffled did he look up and notice you’ve been crying.

Every mask he’s been wearing shattered into pieces as he scrambled over to your side and cupped your cheeks.

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.” Lucifer wiped your tears using his fingers, soaking his gloves with your tears.

“Talk to me, Lucifer. What else have you been hiding? Explain to me why you’re doing this?”

“I’m afraid of you leaving me.”

You waited for him to explain.

“I’m afraid I can’t have you. I’m afraid of seeing you with someone else.” He then gripped your hands tightly. You didn’t notice he had been trembling the whole time until he held your hand.

“I’m really sorry for dragging you into this world. I really am. But my greed for you is greater. I also want to fulfil my Father’s request.”

“His Majesty’s request?”

“Yes, my father had always wanted us to be more understanding towards commoners. He sent me to the Western Empire when I’m seven just to get used to their lives. That’s where I met you. You were my only friend back then. They all hated me. But you showed me real kindness, the real reason for me to keep fighting for my people, for me to understand that commoners are the support of nobles.”

You let out a small smile, telling him you understood his worries, “So you asked Simeon to validate our marriage?”

“Yes.” Lucifer eyed you for your responses or reactions and he found nothing but happiness.

“Thank you for telling me, Lucifer.”

“You’re not disgusted by my sudden confession?”

You let out a laugh, “After knowing you for almost three months, I can say you’re quite possessive. So it’s not a surprise.”

“So you’re not going to be mad too if you know I hired a private investigator to watch your every move?”

“What?!” Cold shivers ran down your spine, “I expected you to run a background research on me but not hire a private investigator!”

No wonder your personal chamber looked so familiar.

No wonder the flowers planted in the garden were your favourites.

No wonder the chefs had been cooking your favourite food.

No wonder your clothes and furniture were designed in your favourite colour.

No wonder he knew where to find you in the first place…

“MC, that was a long time ago, before you even came to this palace. I didn’t do it again. I won’t do it again, I promise.” Seeing your speechless face made Lucifer feel even guiltier.

“You really promise not to do it again?”

Lucifer nodded, still firmly holding your hands, “I understand if you’re not comfortable around me so please speak your mind.”

'What am I going to do with you…’ You smiled a little.

“Lucifer, it’s alright. I forgive you. Thank you so much for being honest. Truthfully, it’s better to hear you say this now before I got to know from someone else. I wouldn’t have been able to handle it if it was the latter. Thank you, Lucifer.” You leaned closer and wrapped your arms around him, assuring him that you were okay.

He reciprocated the action and basked in your comfort.

He never knew what it felt like to have someone to talk to. And for once, he could feel the pressure seeping off his shoulders.

It’s a lie to say that it wasn’t a pleasant sensation.

Lucifer knew he could trust you.

“Don’t hide from me, okay?” he heard you say, still hugging him tightly.

The five words that changed his view on people.

Further explanation: Royal Marriages are under the High Priest’s jurisdiction. So the nobles/Court/public can’t actually interfere with the marriage once the High Priests give the couple their blessings.

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The Life of Royals - His Side of The Story

Genre:Fluff + Hurt/Comfort

Pairing:Lucifer/F!MC

Summary:When you were seven, you held a fake wedding by the swings with a kid you met at a park. You never saw your childhood ‘spouse’ again after that day. Today you received a letter summoning you to a foreign country, where your wedding to the heir to the throne twenty years ago is seen as valid. -Prompt by @writing-prompt-s 

TW:Mentions of bullying [verbal] and also a bit stalker-ish behaviour. Also, this chapter is super long, so grab a blanket and some cookies and enjoy the story!

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Lucifer didn’t understand why he was here, in this foreign house; in this foreign country; with these foreign people.

Lucifer didn’t understand why he needed to be separated from his parents, his brothers and his attendants.

Lucifer didn’t understand why the other kids didn’t like him, ostracised him, and verbally abused him with harsh words and insults.

‘You need to learn the commoners’ way of living in order to provide a better future for them’

Why? He didn’t understand.

All he wanted now was to hug Mammon; play with Levi; argue with Satan; have a mini picnic by the garden with Asmo and coo over his new twin baby brothers.

‘Why?

Why did Father send me here?

Did he not love me anymore?

Why can’t I see my brothers anymore?

Why am I the only one sent here?

Where is Jean?

Where is my favourite pillow?

Where is my favourite book?

Where are my favourite clothes?’

Lucifer sat down by the swings with tears in his eyes.

Once again, the kids at school threw insults at him. He didn’t understand why. All he did was order them around. He didn’t even punish them for their insolence this time. Should they behave in such ways in his country, he definitely would have their families fired from their jobs and lock them all in the dungeon.

“Hey!” Lucifer saw a figure crouching down to look up at his pathetic face, “Are you okay?”

'Who is this girl?’

“Do you want to play with me?”

Such seven words that he missed hearing after four months of living in this place, “Can I…?”

The girl smiled brightly.

Lucifer didn’t remember the last time someone his own age had smiled at him like this.

The only one who ever smiled at him during this period of four months was the old man who acted as his foster grandparent, and the teachers in the school—though it was obvious to him that such smiles were fake.

“What’s your name? Let’s be friends! My name is MC.”

'Friends?’

Lucifer felt his mood going down again after realising she might not want to be his friend after hearing his name. After all, the kids at school stopped acting nice after knowing his name.

'Is my name really that bad?’

“What’s wrong? Are you feeling sick?” She looked at him with worries clearly depicted in her expression.

Such a refreshing expression to see after constantly witnessing many disgusted and loathed expressions from others.

“Aren’t you going to be mad at me?” Lucifer added, “My name is Lucifer.”

'Go, please go before I get my hopes high…’

But much to his surprise, the girl took his hand and beamed, “Well, you have a nice name and you look kind, so I don’t know why I should be mad. Let’s be friends, Lucifer!”

——-

“That’s so disgusting! Get that thing away from me!” Lucifer shuddered.

“Aww, come on! You’ll like it! It’s cute!” She handed him the frog she found.

“I said no!” Lucifer immediately slapped her hand away from him, causing the frog to fall down to the ground and quickly hopped to its safety back in the bushes.

The look on the girl’s face made Lucifer’s blood run cold.

Anger, disappointment, regret.

'I did it again… Now she hates me…’

“Hey! That’s not very nice!” She frowned. “My sister said, you should treat your friends with kindness!”

'Kindness?’

“Well, maybe I’m at fault too for forcing you…” She tapped her chin in confusion before beaming again, “Okay, I’m sorry. I won’t force things on you again.”

“Am I… not kind enough?”

“Well, if I compare you to all my other friends, no.”

Lucifer felt the similar pain of daggers stabbing into his heart as soon as the words left her mouth.

“But you’re okay. My father said, “if we treat people with kindness, then people will be kind to us too!”

“So… you don’t hate me?”

“No.” She shook her head.

Lucifer looked over to the girl’s figure as she was humming a song he didn’t know and scribbled something on the sand with a twig you both found a minute ago. He couldn’t explain the whirlwinds of emotion he was currently feeling but he was really grateful for the girl’s calming presence.

“Hey, we’ve been here long enough. Let’s go play somewhere else!” She grabbed Lucifer’s hand and took him to a nearby ice cream store.

——

It was a long day and for the first time ever, Lucifer really had fun.

“Bye! I’ll see you tomorrow!” The girl waved excitedly at him.

“Bye!” Lucifer smiled too. If he had the ability to levitate, he’d most definitely be walking on air right now.

Lucifer skipped happily to his home—or the place he’s been staying at for the past few months—and saw a familiar tall figure standing outside the front door.

He couldn’t believe his eyes as he went running towards the person.

“Jean!”

“Your Highness! Finally, you’re home! I’m worried sick!”

Jean lifted Lucifer into his arms and hugged the young prince tightly, “Where have you been, Your Highness?”

“Oh, I was playing with a friend down by the park.”

“A friend? Oh! This is good news! Your Highness made a new friend!”

Lucifer felt delighted to know that Jean was proud of his progress but his next words made Lucifer’s stomach drop.

“Unfortunately, we’re going to leave tonight, Your Highness.”

“Leave?”

“Yes, we’re going back to the Eastern Kingdom.”

'B-but! I made a promise to meet her again tomorrow!’

“His Majesty has requested your presence back home. I’m sure His Majesty will love to hear the great news. You’ve grown, Your Highness.” Jean put Lucifer down to his feet before ushering the young prince into the house so he could start packing Lucifer’s things.

“Can you believe Prince Mammon cried every day because he can’t see you every morning? It was really hard to soothe him from his cries. I guess he missed you so much, Your Highness.” Jean chuckled.

Jean took notice of the lack of joy in Lucifer’s expression, so he added, “Your Highness, do you perhaps want to say goodbye to your friend?”

Lucifer’s sorrowful expression was the only reply the butler got.

.

“You’re funny, Lucifer. I like you a lot!”

“You’re fond of me?”

“See? You used those words again! It sounds so funny.” Her laughter rang throughout the park.

Lucifer only shyly played by the swings while waiting for his new friend to calm down.

“Well, I guess I like you too…” He pushed himself upwards with his toes while tightly gripping the swing chain.

“Hey, wanna marry each other?”

The question made Lucifer frown, “Marry? What’s marry?”

“My sister said, it’s a promise made by two people who like each other. They’ll stay with each other forever! I want to see you tomorrow too, so let’s make a promise!”

The giddy feeling inside his stomach was foreign to Lucifer but he caught himself smiling and nodding to the girl.

“Okay then, let’s marry each other!” she said before running over to Lucifer and grabbing his hand.

——-

“This is the report for this month. Nothing much happened except she got accepted to work in XYW Group as an accountant. And she also successfully rented a house near GoldieCreditCard street. It is a small apartment house with a balcony.”

Lucifer skimmed through the report in his hand while leaning back against his chair. His eyes were speeding through the paragraphs of words until he arrived at a page where the investigator had clipped a photo of the target, walking inside XYW Group’s building.

'I’m glad you’re doing well.’

Lucifer traced the outline of the photo with his forefinger and tried his best to keep a straight face.

“Your Highness?”

“Yes?” He closed the file and laid it down beside the multiple piles of paperwork on his study desk.

“May I inquire with you about something?”

'Brave, aren’t we?’ Lucifer smirked before signalling him to continue with his question.

“I have been following this lady’s activity for a few years now. Is Your Highness suspicious about her behaviour?”

“No.” Lucifer took his favourite fountain pen from the pen stand and began writing details on the cheque.

“Then–”

“This lady is my wife .”

As if he didn’t just drop the most shocking news of the century, Lucifer handed the cheque to the private investigator and signalled Jean to escort him out with a nonchalant expression.

All the attendants in the room, including Lucifer’s secretary, were still in shock from the news.

“Jean!”

This startled Jean before he bowed apologetically and escorted the speechless man out from Lucifer’s study.

After shooing everyone from the room for some privacy, Jean approached the prince with teary eyes, “Your Highness…”

“Is it really that shocking to you?”

“Of course, it is, Your Highness! You never showed interest in marrying anyone even though you’ve passed the ideal age for marriage. The nobles are all talking but you keep rejecting your potential partners! I thought you’re not interested in finding someone.” Jean dabbed the corner of his eyes with his handkerchief.

“You’re being overly dramatic, Jean.”

“I only want what’s best for my Master.”

Lucifer couldn’t help but smirk a little while still going through the piles of paperwork. The King was resting in bed for the whole day after being sick yesterday, so Lucifer had to take over the workload.

“Your Highness!’ Jean whispered.

The grip on his fountain pen tightened as he tried to hide his annoyance to this butler of his.

“Why don’t you take her as your princess?”

“That’s impossible. We never really had a valid marriage. It was only a fake marriage, a child’s play.”

“A child’s play… Wait, is this the friend you made when you’re tasked to live in the Western Empire for a few months?”

The lack of answer from Lucifer confirmed Jean’s suspicion.

“No worries, Your Highness! You can just send a letter informing your situation to the High Priest. They can validate your marriage.”

Lucifer stopped his writing abruptly.

The long silence in the study room made Jean realise he had crossed the line and possibly incurred his Master’s anger. He was ready to apologise when Lucifer slapped his own desk, startling Jean from his standing.

“You’re an absolute genius, Jean!” The joy in Lucifer’s face made Jean heave a sigh of relief.

“Pass me a paper. I’ll write the letter now.”

“Right away, Your Highness.”

——–

“Yo, Lucifer! There’s a letter from the High Priest for ya. Got mixed into mine. Man, whatever is my butler doing? Mixing these letters around,” Mammon complained as he entered the room while waving the official letter around.

“May I, Your Highness?” Jean extended his hand to take the letter from Mammon’s hand. To which he complied and gave it to the butler.

“Anyway, why is the High Priest sending letters to ya? You’re getting married or somethin’?” Mammon flopped on Lucifer’s couch and grabbed a nearby cushion before laying down comfortably.

Lucifer didn’t answer his brother’s question. Instead, he was carefully reading the content before putting it down and slowly grinning.

“Jean, get that private investigator here. He’s going to have a lot of work to do.”

The butler could guess the content of the letter through his Master’s expression so he smiled brightly and got on to his feet, exiting the room immediately.

“Huh? What’s goin’ on? Why are ya hiring a private investigator?” Mammon got up and glanced back to the Crown Prince who’s still grinning widely behind his study desk.

“Mammon, you actually have an older sister.”

“HUH?”

——–

Did the sky really look this blue?

And has the grass always looked so green?

Did the flowers ever smell this nice?

Lucifer took a deep breath and exhaled contentedly before reading the reports again and again; noting your favourite food, your favourite colour, your favourite place, your favourite perfume fragrance.

With the occasional note he jotted down after his reading, he looked over to some of the photos taken by the investigator and smiled.

“Jean, furnish and decorate the room. This is her favourite colour and all the things she likes. Order the chefs to learn these dishes. Purchase furniture based on her favourite colour. Arranged the furniture based on her current home. Study her favourite flower and have the gardeners start planting those flowers in the flower bed. Make her feel welcome and at home.”

Poor Jean…

“We’ll be having a trip to the Western Empire in six months. Prepare everything before then.”

“As you wish, Your Highness.” Jean bowed before leaving the room.

Lucifer eyed the newly written message he wrote for his best friend, the Imperial Prince of Western Empire—or should he say, the Emperor of the Western Empire now—regarding his future visits to the empire.

Bringing his thumb and forefinger to his mouth, Lucifer whistled, calling for his messenger bird.

Patting the bird’s head gently, he tied the small paper to its leg and let the avian fly out the window to its destination.

Lucifer eyed the blue sky that seemed more vivid in colours again. He smiled to himself, noting the fast pounding inside his chest and deliberately ignoring the sensation.

“You need to learn the commoners’ way of living in order to provide a better future for them.”

'Well then, Father, what are better ways than to have a commoner herself as a ruler?’

———-

Being a Crown Prince means every order issued by Lucifer will be fulfilled, obeyed and followed without any complaints. He didn’t remember the last time someone defied his wants—his needs—and made a fool out of him.

Being a Crown Prince means everyone will swoon over him; finding him attractive, fantasising about him and silently wishing they were at his place. He didn’t remember the last time someone refused to be near him, or just didn’t like him at all.

So why exactly–

“Umm… I guess I admire the Emperor…?”

–is his own wife saying she likes someone else who is not a Mr Perfect like him?

(Emperor Diavolo is perfect too, mind you!)

Oh, the rage in him.

That bitter taste at the back of his mouth; and that heat silently creeping on his back.

Lucifer felt angry, surprised, depressed.

Jealous.

“You-! How dare you! I don’t care who you like! I’m gonna drag you back home with me!”

It’s not a threat, but more of a statement.

Lucifer would do anything to get you back to his side.

——–

And true to his words, you’re now sitting in front of him with a joyful smile on your face as you enjoyed your dinner.

Imagine the pride in him when he successfully has you back. The constant longing had disappeared after years of only learning about your progress and not having the privilege to see you face-to-face like this.

Lucifer was happy, truly.

His first friend.

His first love.

Finally, you’re here, in your rightful place, with the right person.

——-

Lucifer didn’t know what possessed him.

“Don’t you think it’s shameful to have the Queen misspelt your name and title in official letters? Listen to me, Princess!”

'No! What are you doing!’

“You should not slack off! It’s been two weeks and your progress is really slow.”

’ Stop! Stop this! Do not say another word! ’

“Do you really think you have what it takes to be the Queen?!”

It was then he knew he should’ve listened to his inner subconscious.

The look of pain and tears on your face tore his heart apart.

Lucifer felt his own throat choke on him, limiting his oxygen supply. His blood ran cold and the extreme guilt washed over him, consuming his every being.

The words you mutter after that only worsen the pain. He was breathless, speechless and powerless as he concluded what he had done.

He hurt the woman he loves.

“If you really want your queen to be perfect, why don’t you just find a noble who’s certainly more suited for this!”

'No… don’t say that… please…’

Maybe he’s viewing himself in the positive light too much to even know that some people might not agree with him.

Maybe he valued himself too much to realise that some people don’t even like him.

Maybe he thought of himself as someone with enough power to rule over people to even comprehend that love cannot be forced.

So when you left the room with tears flowing down your face, you took half his soul away.

You’re so cheerful yet so blue.

So strong yet so fragile.

So free yet so loving.

So close yet so far.

——–

After reconciling his relationship with you, Lucifer moved on to the next agenda he had in mind. Still pretty much on-air after knowing you’re not mad at him anymore, he tried to focus on the new task at hand.

"Jean, we’re having a wedding ceremony in three weeks. Organise everything. And call my secretary over the first thing in the morning tomorrow.”

Lucifer put stacks of paper on the coffee table before continuing, “This is the concept the Princess and I had agreed to. Match everything and make sure every request she wants is fulfilled.

Also, here’s a list of the expected guests, work together with my secretary and send the invitations. But place a hold on the invitations for the nobles in the Eastern Kingdom til the last week.

Arranged the syllabus for the Princess’s class and ensure she has a dance class with Madam Leela every day. Inform this wedding details to her personal maids. Let them know they need to prepare too.”

“Your Highness, if I may speak?”

“Yes?’

"Isn’t three weeks too short of a time to prepare for a grand wedding? A royal wedding?”

“You can manage.” Lucifer kept his expression straight, never letting any emotions pass through.

“…Is this my punishment for this morning?”

“Oh? You mean when you deliberately set me up to meet the Princess in my drunken state? Oh, no no. You know I won’t punish you. Right, Jean?” Lucifer slowly smirked behind his cup of coffee.

“Oh, and another thing, starting tomorrow, make this coffee with the exact temperature of 80℃.”

…

You need a hug, Jean?

——

The longer he spent time with you, the more he found himself having trouble keeping his hands to himself. Hence, the incident that happened that night.

“Your Highness, I didn’t know…” Jean brought his hand to his mouth and feigned surprise.

“Shut it, Jean! It was a mistake!” Lucifer covered his blushing face with his hands, trying so hard to calm down and forget the incident.

'What is wrong with me? Why am I like this? I’m a Prince! A Crown Prince! A calm and composed Crown Prince! The Ice Cold Prince!’

Inhale.

Hold it in.

Exhale.

'That’s it, Lucifer. Calm and composed.’

After all, it’s okay, right? You’re his wife. He has every right to touch you or hold your hand.

Yes! He’s your husband after all.

(Lucifer, the Avatar of Consent)

Sitting straight again, he ordered, “Update.”

“Yes, Your Highness. Tomorrow will be the last lesson Her Highness has with Madam Leela. The wedding dress will be ready in 2 days after they receive Her Highness’s measurements. They will come by after that to test it on Her Highness and make some alterations should Her Highness feel the need.

The rings are still in the making. The venue is almost ready. Around 95% of the guests have responded and they’ll be here a day before the ceremony. An invitation letter for the High Priest was sent this morning and His Majesty will be making an appearance during the early time of the ceremony.”

“Good. What about my brothers’ tuxedos?”

“They’re all ready.”

“Excellent. That’s all. I won’t be needing you again for tonight. Take a rest.”

“Thank you, Your Highness. And please, sleep early for today. You looked very tired. Should I run you a bath before I go, Your Highness?”

“Yes, that will be very much appreciated. Thank you.”

Lucifer took off his leather gloves before flexing and stretching them. The sight of his bare hand brought him back to the incident during dinner. He felt himself blushing again from the faint sensation.

Soon, he will be able to hold your hand freely, whether on the palace grounds or in public.

——-

Well, he certainly had his wish granted.

Lucifer can now hold your hand for as much as he ever wanted, while he stared at your flushed complexion.

Your breathing was shallow and your eyes remained shut. The sight of you fighting for your life made him squeeze your hand tighter, trying to find comfort in you; and to know you’re still alive by the warmth of your hand.

The physician unclasped the velcro of the blood pressure monitor before standing straight and giving her reports, “Your Highness, Her Highness is having a fever. Based on the blood test, it wasn’t due to infections or poisonous material.

However, her high blood pressure suggests that she’s a bit stressed and might have been overworking herself. I recommend Her Highness stay in bed until the fever wears off. I will prescribe the appropriate medicine and come by again tomorrow morning to check on her progress.”

“Understood. You may leave.”

The physician bowed before leaving Lucifer alone in the room with you.

You haven’t gained consciousness ever since Lucifer found you, so the anxious feeling inside him didn’t subside even after hearing the report from the physician.

'Overworking? Stress?’

Was it because of the expectations he forced on you earlier during your first week?

“MC, I’m so sorry… This is all my fault.” Lucifer brought your hand to his cheek and leaned to it, praying silently for you to wake up.

He refused to leave your side even after Jean and his brothers told him to rest. Being in the same room with a sick person could increase his own chances of getting infected but Lucifer didn’t care.

He was blaming himself for not noticing your rapid progress these past few days. He should’ve told you to go within your own pace, to not force yourself, and to not listen to his delusional ideal.

As much as his throat constricted at the thoughts of your weak condition, his pride as the Crown Prince refused to let him cry. Lucifer felt the need to stay strong and patiently waited for you to wake up.

It’s alright, he believes in you.

You’ll come back to him.

You have to.

After all those efforts he went through just to have you by his side again.

And now that you’re here, you can’t leave him.

Right…?

The grip on your bed sheet tightened as Lucifer forced himself to throw those negative thoughts away.

Suddenly, Lucifer felt a hand brush against his gloved hand and shot up to sit straight.

There you were, still weak and in need of rest, “Lucifer…? What are you doing in my room? It’s nighttime…”

Your voice was hoarse.

“MC, are you feeling okay?” Lucifer brought his hand to your forehead to check your temperature.

You grabbed his wrist and weakly lifted his hand from your forehead, “Don’t touch me, Lucifer. I’m sick.”

“It’s fine. I was too worried about you to even think about myself.”

“Don’t say that, please. Take a rest, Lucifer. I’ll have Rose and Marie to take care of me.”

Respecting your decision and also wanting you to rest at ease, he complied with your request, “Alright. Rest well, my Love.”

He grabbed your hand and planted a soft kiss on your palm before tugging you in properly and leaving the room.

Now that he thought about it, he rushed to your side after a very busy day and didn’t leave afterwards. He also hadn’t eaten a single thing today.

No wonder Jean was worried.

Heaving a heavy sigh, Lucifer went back to his own chamber.

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The Life of Royals - Anything for You

Genre:Fluff (Second-hand embarrassment incoming!)

Pairing:Lucifer/F!MC

Summary:When you were seven, you held a fake wedding by the swings with a kid you met at a park. You never saw your childhood ‘spouse’ again after that day. Today you received a letter summoning you to a foreign country, where your wedding to the heir to the throne twenty years ago is seen as valid. -Prompt by @/writing-prompt-s

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You woke up earlier than usual the next day. You showered and dressed up on your own, feeling a bit better now and more motivated to learn.

By the time Marie and Rose came into your room to wake you up, they were met with a neat, empty room.

The bed was made, the curtains were open and there was no sign of you in the room. They both panicked, fearing that something bad had happened to you.

Only to see you already in your study, working hard.

“Your Highness, please call us should you feel like waking up early again. It’s our job to attend to you,” Marie scolded you after pouring you a cup of tea.

“I’m sorry. I was afraid you’re all still resting. After all, it’s still early.”

“Your Highness, should the others know that our Master wakes up earlier than us, we’ll be punished. Besides, we are already up during that time, so please do not hesitate to call us for help,” Rose added.

You nodded and smiled.

These two had been helping you with adapting to royalty life from the start and you were really grateful for their help. They filled you in on the information that your teachers didn’t tell you. They even gave advice on things that you’re not familiar with.

Now, you’re more familiar with how nobles think and do.

“However, I do need to advise you on your sleeping schedule. We don’t mind if you want to wake up early should you feel the need to study but please go to bed early. You have been staying up late because you want to study and it is not good for your skin, Your Highness.”

“Marie is right, Your Highness. I also heard from His Highness that there will be a wedding ceremony in three weeks? Therefore, we will monitor your diet until then.”

“Yes, Your Highness. And we will also monitor your condition and prepare well for your wedding dress.”

“You also need to take care of your skin and your hair. And also—”

So this is what Satan meant yesterday…

By the time Marie and Rose finished explaining about the things you need to do and monitor, you could only blink blankly.

“I hope you don’t run away from us, Your Highness.” Rose smiled.

Is it just me or did her smile give off some strange vibes just now?

——–

“You look elated today. Something good happened?” Lucifer put down his cutlery and focused solely on you.

Your smiles were radiating throughout the room during the whole dinner time and it cheered Lucifer up from his stressful day. So he couldn’t help but feel curious about your unusual bubbly self.

A Queen should be calm and composed all the time; never wavering or showing any emotions when she’s exposed to new things or feeling discomfort from anything.

Your open book behaviour was probably not what the old Lucifer would want. But he had decided to throw that excessive ideal of his away and savour these moments with you.

After all, you’re his wife first, before you are the future Queen.

And having his wife being the exact opposite of him wasn’t something terrible after all. It’s nice to spend time with you after a full day of never-ending paperwork, field trips and constant issues to be solved in the country.

“I learnt how to do embroidery today. It was fun!”

Lucifer smiled, glad that you seemed to be enjoying the lessons, at least. He heard from Madam Leela—your etiquette teacher—that you made tremendous progress these past few days. You’ve also kept up with the other lessons and are now progressing further into the syllabus.

Maybe pressuring you wasn’t the best choice to take. And Lucifer learnt it the hard way.

“Is that so? I hope you don’t prick your fingers when you practise embroidering.” Lucifer reached out to grab your left hand and rubbed your fingertips softly.

He eyed your ring finger, empty and bare of no jewellery at the moment before letting out a small smile. The images of seeing a shiny ring on it after the ceremony filled him with joy.

Lucifer was too caught up in his imagination to even realise he had intertwined his fingers to yours, causing you to be completely frozen by his action. Even Jean and Marie were trying their best not to let their mouth agape from witnessing a new side of the Crown Prince.

“Your-Your Highness…” You were blushing profusely.

Upon hearing himself being called, he focused back to reality and realised what he had done.

Lucifer let go of your hand, retracted his own hand from the table and cleared his throat before saying, “Apologies for my indecency, Princess.”

Now, he’s blushing.

And now Jean and Marie were also slowly blushing from the second-hand embarrassment.

Oh my God! Someone stop this! Please! This is so embarrassing!

———

Similar to the narrator, you were still flustered by Lucifer’s actions. Marie had helped you change into your nightwear without mentioning the incident in the dining hall during dinner.

“Sleep well, Your Highness. You have a very busy day tomorrow. The royal designer, as well as the jeweller, is coming to get your measurements. And you also need to polish your dancing skills with Madam Leela tomorrow,” Marie reminded you.

You thanked her for the reminder and lay down on your massive bed, trying to calm your pounding heart. You tossed and turned, trying really hard to fall asleep but failed miserably.

The light touches as he massaged your fingertips.

The way he traced your ring finger.

The way he squeezed his own fingers in between yours.

The warmth from his hand.

You immediately sat up, wanting to scream and throw your pillows at the wall—or more accurately, at the images of Lucifer you see when you look at the wall.

‘I’m crazy! I’m going crazy!’

———

Sure enough, Rose and Marie nagged you about sleeping late, yet again, the next day, “Your Highness, this is an important time for you! Please ditch your studies for a while and sleep early.”

In truth, you weren’t actually studying last night. You were far too distracted to calm down and sleep so you decided to embroider a handkerchief.

You weren’t sure if Lucifer actually wears a handkerchief but you decided to just go with it anyway.

Yes, you were embroidering a handkerchief with Lucifer in mind.

At first, it was to show off how good you’ve become after hours and hours of practice but after the incident last week, you decided you want to give him something as a gift.

Madam Leela had shown you how to embroider emblems from the Houses in the country. According to her, in the past, women would show their embroidery skills to their potential suitors as one of their many qualities to be married into the family. If the embroidery is neat and lovely, the higher the chances of them being chosen as the partner.

Nowadays, it’s more of a hobby and doesn’t hold any hidden meanings. Though it wasn’t a crucial thing to learn at such times where everything needs to be learned in a short amount of time, you were grateful to Lucifer for giving you the chance to learn this skill.

He could definitely cut it from the syllabus, but he didn’t. And because of that, you’re going to show him your appreciation by embroidering the Royal family’s emblem.

Since you wanted this to be a surprise, you didn’t say anything to your maids, in fear that they might spill the news to Jean and eventually let it travel to Lucifer.

———-

“That’s brilliant, Your Highness. Your movements are sharper now. You’re doing really well.” Madam Leela squeezed your hand with a smile on her face.

“I can’t wait to see you in your wedding dress! The public will surely love you, Your Highness.” Madam Leela clasped her hands together and brought them close to her chest. Her eyes were filled with nothing but adoration towards the Princess.

Who would’ve thought after learning from her for almost a month, you would’ve gained a new mother figure.

Though she was strict, she showed true patience and care when she was teaching. Madam Leela became one of the few people that you confided in and you’re glad she’s proud of your progress.

“This is my last lesson with you. You’ve grown into a true Lady”

“Madam, I couldn’t have done it without you..please don’t cry… I’m tearing up as well…”

“Your Highness, you have every quality to be a ruler. Please don’t forget that. I will support you my whole life and you shall have my loyalty,” she gave you a smile before you wrapped your arms around her, hugging her close.

“Thank you for everything, Madam. I will always remember you. And please feel free to visit me again. You are not just my teacher, but also like my mother. I’d love to keep in touch with you after this.”

Madam Leela gave you one last smile before wishing you all the best for your future endeavours.

Watching her back turned against you made you reminisce about the journey you’ve been through to get through today. You left your family, your home country and your comfort zone to be a princess in the neighbouring country.

It seemed crazy to believe but you’re still here after all the things that happened to you.

But it didn’t change the fact that you have been missing your family so much. You couldn’t really keep in touch with them all the time as it’s still not safe to communicate before the public announcement. You could only call them during the weekends, but it’s also time constricted.

You made a mental note to ask for Lucifer’s permission to visit them after the ceremony later.

——–

The Princes had invited you for a tea time together near your private garden during the evening. Considering you’re almost done with your lessons for the day, you agreed.

You arrived at the scene with all six of them already waiting for you at the table. They were still a rowdy bunch, although they’ve toned it down considering they were in public at the moment.

When they saw you walking towards them, they gave you a smile and all stood up to greet you but you stopped them by putting a hand up.

“It’s alright. No need for formalities.”

With the permission granted from the Crown Princess, no one would dare to disobey, right?

A good choice. Now everyone can have fun without thinking about etiquette!

A butler pulled a seat for you in between Asmo and Levi. Although the fifth born seemed overly excited to have you sitting beside him, the third born didn’t seem so much.

You gave a glance to Levi to make sure he was comfortable but caught him shying away and looking in the other direction.

“I’m sorry. Did I perhaps make you uncomfortable, Leviathan?”

“Don’t mind him, he’s always like that with anyone new,” Asmo said, sipping his tea calmly.

“Is that so? Then, maybe I should change my seat? I wouldn’t want you to–”

“Wait wait! No! That’s not what I-! I mean, no, I’m okay with you sitting there. It’s okay…”

“Why’re ya actin’ all shy anyway? She’s our big sis now. It’s not like she’s a potential candidate for your marriage. Wait! Do you like her?”

“No! What nonsense are you talking about!” Levi glared at Mammon with seething anger.

“And there they go again.” Satan shook his head in disbelief.

You couldn’t help but give a smile when they started arguing with each other. They reminded you of your friends back home.

“Anyway! You don’t need to call me by my full name. It’ll only make me more nervous. Like I just did something wrong that needed a scolding or something,” Levi said.

“Yeah, just call him Levi. You can call me Belphie too. And Beel here will be Beel to you too.”

“Me too! Me too! Just call me Asmo! Cute name, right? Well, I am cute. And pretty! But my name is cute too! Can you believe that–”

“Dammit Asmo! No one wants to hear ya talkin’ about that!”

“Hey! You take that back!”

And now it’s Asmo’s turn to argue with Mammon.

‘Wow! What a cheerful family this is!’

You were laughing quietly when you felt a hand brush up against your cheek and slowly trace your skin. You quickly looked back and saw Lucifer standing behind you with his infamous expressionless face.

Again with that unreadable expression!

“The Prince Charming is finally here. I see,” Satan scoffed.

The argument died down soon after as they all looked over to the eldest. It may look like they were communicating telepathically because it was followed by a long silence after.

You started to shift uncomfortably on your seat so you held his gloved hand that was still on your cheek and tugged it slightly, “Will you be joining us, Your Highness?”

“Yeah, have a seat Lucifer. It’s been a long time since we had tea together,” Beel said.

You instructed the butler to grab another chair for Lucifer without hearing his replies, to which he didn’t say much and just sat between you and Levi.

“Did you just finish your work, Your Highness?”

“Yes.” His reply was curt and short, very typical of Lucifer.

The atmosphere cheered back up as they all conversed with each other with the occasional reply from Lucifer himself.

You were having fun getting to know the Princes, but unbeknownst to you, someone else was just not having it.

“Belphie, could you pass me the scone?”

“Satan, about that book you recommended earlier…”

“I never knew about that. Thank you for telling me, Beel!”

“But Levi said it’s fine, no?”

“That’s beautiful, Asmo!”

“What do you mean, Mammon?”

Lucifer’s frown was getting deeper every time you said something. He couldn’t believe his ears.

“Why the scowl, Lucifer?” Asmo asked.

You quickly turned your direction to face him after Asmo said it. You blinked curiously before asking, “Are you not enjoying yourself, Your Highness?”

Your Highness…

Yet…

The sudden glare directed at you made you lean back in surprise.

'What’s wrong with him??’

The long silence was broken by Levi’s cheerful laughter, “I think I know what’s going on here.”

Satan and Asmo followed through and soon after, all of them were laughing. The ones who were not were you and Lucifer.

Although by now, Lucifer would’ve ceased his brothers’ laughing fest, he didn’t. He was still giving that glare to you, but you could only sit there and wonder why.

“Your Highness? Did… Did I do something wrong?”

The brothers laughed once again.

——–

You were on edge. You’re not sure why Lucifer seemed furious this evening when he’s sitting right in front of you with a small smile.

Was it because he’s jealous?

If he’s jealous, then why did he give permission for you to join the mini tea party in the first place? Besides, he didn’t seem to mind anytime his brothers came by to your waiting room just to talk.

He even once let you go horse riding with Belphie alone, without any knights supervising you two.

Lucifer seemed more complicated than you thought.

“Your Highness?” you tried speaking.

The slight downfall of his smile didn’t go unnoticed by you, “About this evening–”

Lucifer waved his hand as a signal for Jean and Rose to leave the room. As soon as the door clicked, he turned his full attention to you, eyes slightly glaring at your whole being.

“Did I perhaps… Did I do something wrong …?”

“MC.”

“Y-yes?”

“Try calling me by my name.”

“Huh?”

“My name.”

“Lucifer?”

“Good.” He resumed his eating and left you there, still confused for your own good.

“Your Highness, I don’t-”

“Lucifer.”

…

You finally put two and two together.

This jerk!

“You don’t seem to have a problem with calling my brothers by their names, yet why is it so hard for you to call me by my real name?”

Because I’m trying to respect you, you asshole!

“I thought I’d said this to you before, no?”

.

“Your Highness this! Your Highness that! I have a name too! ”

“Lucifer! Call me Lucifer… Please…"

.

“You were drunk at that time! I didn’t know you’re being serious!” You couldn’t contain your anger any longer.

“Well, I’m sober now.”

This man is really driving you crazy.

———

After mentally checking all the preparations, Lucifer leaned back on his throne and listened carefully to the issues presented by the nobles in the meeting hall.

Giving his opinions and solutions once in a while, he was ready to end the meeting. The reason was mainly due to him feeling eager to break the news to the heads of the Houses.

Considering you rarely went out from your study during the day, it was easy for Lucifer to hide your existence in this huge palace. The only House that was aware of your presence was the House of Gillwell, where Madam Leela was from.

They did a great job of concealing the news from spreading out so Lucifer reminded himself to grant them a reward in return.

“Your Highness,” Jean whispered from behind him.

Jean approached Lucifer and leaned closer, “Her Highness is waiting for you in your waiting room. It seems like she wants to talk to you.”

The more reason for Lucifer to end the meeting early.

“Entertain her for a while. I’ll be there shortly.”

——-

Shortly was definitely not two hours.

Lucifer exited the meeting hall with a deep frown.

He didn’t think the last issue was going to take so long to discuss. It’s not fair to cut the meeting short only for his personal matter so Lucifer calmed himself down and sat through all the discussion and gave his appropriate decision. He did, however, say that he’d look further on the matter so as to not stretch out the time.

By the time he was at his wit’s end, he just dropped the news of the royal wedding ceremony in a week’s time before exiting the hall without further explanations.

Whatever the nobles did or said after that, he couldn’t care less.

He had kept you waiting for a long time now and the guilt was gnawing at him.

“Did you give her some refreshments?” Lucifer asked Jean.

“I did. However, Her Highness told me to leave her alone and do my other jobs. I insisted on accompanying her but Her Highness also insisted that I leave and get things done. I don’t know what to do.”

“So you left her alone for two hours?” Lucifer raised his voice while still walking fast to his waiting room.

“No, I did not, Your Highness. I accompanied Her Highness for about an hour before she told me to leave.”

You must have felt bad for keeping Jean from doing his other work around the palace.

Lucifer fastened his pace and within seconds, he was already at the door. He pushed open the door to see you, sleeping soundly on one of his couches.

You were leaning to the end side of the couch and tugging your hands under your head. You did, however, keep your feet to the ground so your sleeping pose wasn’t too inappropriate to be seen by another man in the room—and by another man, it was only Jean.

Lucifer’s heart clenched by the sight so he approached you slowly.

'Sorry for making you wait so long, MC.’

He kneeled down to have a closer look at your peaceful face. A smile was drawn on his lips as he extended his hand to tug your loose locks behind your ear. Lucifer then cupped your cheek softly and said, “MC?”

You didn’t answer. Lucifer’s grin was wider as he discovered a new cute side of you.

But, the longer he touched you, the more his joy started to disappear as fear slowly crept into his whole being.

He bit the tip of his glove and aggressively took it off with his teeth before touching your cheek once again. His heart skipped a beat as he frantically touched your forehead next.

“Jean! Call the royal physician! Now!”

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